"It's time I was back in my own tomb which is just like yours.

I hate to lock in a good friend like you, but it must be done." He disappeared in the hall, the door swung shut and Ned heard the lock slide in the groove again.

He was alone once more.

The light that had seemed to illuminate his dungeon went with the man, but he left hope behind.

Ned would not be alone in the spirit as long as he knew that Obed White was in the cell next to his.
He lay a while, thinking on the chances of fate.