XIII had been silent for a long time. After he had helped clear the snow, something had been nagging at him. He watched as Charles sketched the circles around the altar on a piece of paper. Something was missing. It was if there was another circle calling out to him. There was nothing to indicate that there was another circle, but he could feel it tugging at him. An idea occurred to him as he listened to Twain.


"What if it [i]was[/i] just the girl." XIII made his way over to the group and picked up the piece of paper. He drew a circle that tightly surrounded the Altar then thickened the lines of both the altar and the inner circle. "But hundreds, maybe even thousands of times over."