Harley was no longer on the shelf. He faced the man with the grey eyes and gripped his slayer. "First I kill the Wrynd," he said and glanced to the now starry heavens. "Then I kill the man in the sky. Then, I come for you. The Greywalker smiled beatifically and clapped his hands. "Excellent. Dreams are marvelous things. They keep you young. I do love a good dream. "In all of Creation there is only Order, Chaos, and Chance. As the End draws near, Order, Chaos, and Chance intertwine to provide respite . . . for a time. Ten years have passed since the Castaway, Harley Nearwater, almost brought about the end of everything long before its time. Put on the shelf to thwart his chaotic ways, the time has come for him to continue his murderous journey toward our destiny. The End of Everything has Begun.