Ravenna had left the hold hours earlier. He wasn't sure if she'd slept at all, but in his restless half-sleep, he'd heard her nails clicking across the floor long before his sluggish body was ready to stir. Her scent was now too old to trail, so Pit wandered around Certainty a while, pointedly avoiding the bridge. He knew Ravenna wouldn't be there.

Pit had just resigned himself to returning to the hold when he went around a very narrow switchback and spotted a flash of light ...