There was a knock at Tara's door and she went to answer it. Jack stood there, looking as if he felt much stronger than Tara did. This was true, for he had not been in the game anywhere near as long as she had.
"Have you any word of the others?" he asked. She nodded.
"Troezen's in England and will get here if he has to," she said. "I'm about to tell him to come, but he doesn't seem to remember you... oh, of course! He wouldn't remember you. You came after he'd been killed off."
"Troezen," Tara emailed. "Jack Robeson is the creator of the game. He joined our little party not long after you left. The programmers are after us and we're going to need your help. Come to New York, USA. We'll meet you somewhere."