Realizing the cost of defying the man who was once destined to be the King of the Nightside, the Collector handed over the jar. Taylor gave it to Elara. As she opened it, the golden light rushed back into her, and for the first time in years, the neon lights of the Nightside didn't look threatening—they looked like a celebration.

One night, a woman named Elara approached Taylor in his low-rent office. She didn't lose her keys or a briefcase; she had lost her "Sense of Wonder." In the Nightside, such abstract things can be stolen and sold to the highest bidder on the Black Market.

"Not when I'm the one doing the finding," Taylor replied. He reached out, and for a moment, the shadows themselves seemed to bow to him.

"I feel nothing but the gray," she whispered. "The Nightside has finally swallowed my light."

Taylor nodded, adjusted his trench coat, and led her into the Street of Gods. They passed , the Punk God of the Straight Edge, who stood guard over a doorway to a dimension made of broken glass.

Taylor used his gift. He closed his physical eyes and opened his inner sight. He saw a shimmering trail of golden dust leading toward the . Finding the Light