ARANEA: Greetings, Jake. ARANEA: We meet again. JAKE: Aranea? JAKE: Wait this means im still dreaming doesnt it. ARANEA: On the contrary! ARANEA: You are awake now. ARANEA: And I, alive. JAKE: Hold the phone... JAKE: Youre not a spooky ghost babe anymore? JAKE: Girl! Ghost girl. JAKE: (Dangit!) ARANEA: No, Jake. I have returned from the dead for good. ARANEA: And I have come for you. JAKE: G-g-g- JAKE: Gulp. :o ARANEA: Surely you remem8er the first time we met? And what we talked a8out? JAKE: Yeah. JAKE: Um. JAKE: Mostly? ARANEA: I once spoke of your destiny. The one where8y you will deal the Lord of Time his first defeat. Do you recall? JAKE: No. JAKE: I mean... JAKE: Maybe? ARANEA: It doesn't matter. The plan has changed. JAKE: It has? ARANEA: Yes, Jake. ARANEA: You see, in every hero of hope there dwells a gr8 hidden power, unrivaled 8y that of any other aspect. ARANEA: And for a page, the journey to reach his full potential is longer than it is for any other class. ARANEA: 8ut once that journey is over, how fearsome he 8ecomes!