We sit in the parlor, with Daji and I on the floral-print sofa and Gram's arm around me as she snuggles close. Gramps sits across from us, his hair jet black like Dad's and mine. He looks like he's in the prime of his life.
"Are they gone?" I ask. "The Mothmen."
"They are, Volans." Gram hugs me. "You're in a safe zone."
Daji frowns quizzically. "Not that it isn't wonderful to see you both, but Hades said you two had moved onward, for lack of a better word. So, where is this place? Is it in the Celestial Realms? And how do we know that it is safe?"
Gramps laughs his hearty laugh. "I knew you'd ask those questions. Let's just say this is a part of the Celestial Realms that few people know about. They're almost infinite realms, you know. So, there are many, many unexplored parts."
I inhale my grandmother's comforting scent in their old house. "I had no idea, but then, i didn't exactly get a lot of training ..."