"But how could they know -" Jakin sputters as Inric hands the cylinder to Mina. "Here, take this." It's heavy and cold in her hands. Inric points to the end dial. "Turn this dial to here to activate it. Don't touch the other settings." He looks drawn and weary, leaning more on his stick than he normally does. "Hold onto each other." "But what about -" Jakin, his hand on Mina's arm, is still asking questions as Mina turns the dial. As the stars swirl around her, she catches a glimpse of Inric collapsing to the ground before the world fades out.