Kris didn’t have the heart to close the program. They just minimized it, let the little Darkner sleep on the desktop, and smiled.

Within minutes, he discovered the browser window. He climbed the scroll bar like a pole, peered over the edge of an open folder labeled “HOMEWORK,” and gasped.

Somewhere in Castle Town, the real Ralsei sneezed and wondered why he suddenly felt very, very small — and very loved.

“Oh!” he squeaked. “H-hello! Is this… the Light World?”

“I made this for you,” he said, holding it up. It flickered. “It’s not real, but… the feeling is.”