His hair was almost purely white now, as the midnight hour drew very close, and he bent over more, resting his hands more upon Bastet and Erato. Yet for all his apparent age, his voice was strong and full of sarcasm as he said "Are there no prisons left? Are the workhouses no longer in effect?"

He began to draw away from Hades, bearing Bastet and Erato with him. "My time upon this earth is nearly done, and I must leave anon."