He knew he was dying, and a small smile crept upon his face. The Death Angel would come for him, and he would be carried into the heavens where he would meet his beloved wife and their unborn daughter. The thought lingered in his old mind, sorrow filling his heart. Ace Hollander lay quietly in his deathbed, staring idly out of his chambers window. He was high above the cliffs of Lorgen, and far below the Sea of Wishes churned. The smell of sea salt hung in the air, wafting to and fro about his nose. The clear blue sky cheered him very little, as the sunlight poured through and lit up his wrinkled face. Ace frowned. That’s all he had been doing since he fell stricken with the Aged Disease. Frown and think. That’s all he did was think, and he thought that thinking would be nice. It wasn’t. No good thoughts came to him, he always only reflected on the bad. The bad in the world, the injustices done to him and those who he cherished, the horrible wars and deaths he witnessed.