And somehow Hunter felt in his heart that all they had lost, all that had been damaged, all that had been taken from every one of them because of man’s greed for wealth and power, all of themselves that they had sold—all would be returned. All of the hands, the dignity, the opportunities that had been lost would blossom in future serendipity and epiphanies. All the lost souls faded with the song, and Hunter walked with Caitlin and Tejan into the Lost Bazaar, a gallery where one can find one’s self, one’s friends, or the love of one’s life. A bazaar, but one where nothing and no one was for sale.