He sat in his chair in his little hut, by the foot of the mountain, sipping hot tea, watching the snow outside. Fire heating the rest of the house. He was alone. So alone. The Sun ruled the island with an island fist and Cassidy had fallen due to his habit of stealing to survive. So he was no longer as Ascended as he was once was. And the punishment? Awful. But he couldn't stop. There was no other way to even eat.

He got up, wincing as he made his way to the window.

He looked at the physical orb in the sky, and a rainbow peeked out of the clouds.

Cassidy blinked and ran his fingers through his disheveled dark brown hair. He decided, on a whim, to make a wish.

Help us.

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Kelvin closed the book.

"Aw, poor guy," Kelvin said out loud. "Wish there was a way to help him personally. I don't think I can read any more."

Suddenly he... Was dizzy. 

He woke up.

On Friday Island. In the snow. In a casino. In Red's casino. With a hangover. Decked out in gaudy jewelry. With Red's imps tending to his every need.

"What!!!" Kelvin shouted, bolting upright. Was this the culmination of his magic? Was this the Secret fulfilled? What? What? What?

He immediately laid back down, for Red had been apparently recovering from being full of wine, of beer, or something.

On the floor was a picture.

Of the dark-skinned, yellow-belly, yellow-haired embodiment of the Sun.