rocking her quietly, still trying to comfort her.
"Oh dear," said Mr. Cavendish. "What a pity. Now we'll have to start all over again, with someone else."
"Never mind, Mr. Cavendish," said the woman. "Third time lucky."
I looked up at them, and there was murder in my eyes. They started pushing bullets into their guns, but their hands were trembling. And then we all looked round, startled, as Dead Boy spoke. It was just a whisper, with most of his lungs gone, but it was still and quite clear in the quiet.
"It's not over yet," he said, staring blindly up at the ceiling. "Rossignol is dead, but not actually departed. Not yet. There's still time, John. Still time to save her, if you've got the will and the courage."
"How is it you're still with us?" I said, too numb to be properly surprised. "Half of your insides are scattered across the stage. They blew your brains out, for God's sake!"
He chuckled briefly. An eerie, ghostly sound. "My body's been dead for years. It doesn't really need its internal organs any more. They don't serve any purpose. This body is just a shape I inhabit. A habit of living. Like eating and drinking and all the other things I do to help me pretend I'm still alive. You can still rescue Rossignol, John. I can use your life force to power a magic, to send both of us after her. Into the dark lands, the borderlands we pass through between this life and the next. When I died and came back, the door was left open a crack for me. I can go after her, but only a living soul can bring her back again. I won't lie to you, John. You could die, doing this. We could all go through that final door and never return. But if you're willing to try, if you're willing to give up all your remaining years in one last gamble, I promise you, we have a chance."
"You can really do this?" I said.
"I told you," said Dead Boy. "I know all there is to know about death."
"Ah, hell," I said. "I never let a client down yet."
"An attitude like that will get you killed," said Dead Boy.
"What if the Cavendishes attack us while we're gone? Destroy our bodies, so there's nothing left to come back to?"
"We'll be back the same moment we left. Or we won't be back at all."
"Do it," I said.
Dead Boy did it, and we both died.
Powered by all the remaining years of my life, Dead Boy and I went into the dark together, and for the first time I discovered there is a darkness even darker than the Nightside. A night that never ends, that never knew stars or a moon. The coldest cell, the longest fall. It was the absence of everything, except for me and Dead Boy. I was just a presence, without form or shape, a scream without a mouth to limit it, but I calmed somewhat as I sensed Dead Boy's presence. We spoke without voices, heard though there was no sound.
There's nothing here. Nothing ...
Actually there is, John, but you're still too close to life to be able to appreciate it. Think yourself lucky.
Where's Ross?
Think of the darkness as a tunnel, leading us to a light. A way out. This way...
Yes. . . How can there be a direction when there's nothing. . .
Stop asking questions, John. You really wouldn't like the answers. Now follow me.
You've been this way before.
Part of me is always here.
Is that supposed to make me feel better? You're a real spooky person, you know that?
You have no idea, John. This way. . .
And we were falling in a whole new direction. It did help to think of the darkness as a tunnel, leading somewhere. We were definitely approaching something, though with no landmarks it was impossible to judge our speed or progress. I should have been scared, terrified, but already my emotions were fading away, as though they didn't belong there. Even my thoughts were growing fuzzy round the edges. But then I began to feel there was something ahead of me, something special, calling me. A speck of light appeared, beautiful and brilliant, all the colours of the rainbow in a single sharp moment of light. It grew unhurriedly, a great and glorious incandescence, yet still warm and comforting, like the golden beam from a lighthouse, bringing ships safely home through the long lonely nights. And then there was another presence