Ghost and his Guardian are sitting in the Dreadnaught, taking a brief respite from holding back the taken advantage. The Guardian- “What was that?” Ghiost- “What was what?” “That…voice.” “I didn’t hear anything.” “It felt…cold. Cold and…” “And what? Guardian?” “It didn’t feel like it came from…here.” “You mean the Dreadnaught?” “No. I mean that it didn’t come from [b]this universe[/b].” “You mean…” “Something is reaching out. Not The Winnower, not The Traveler. Something far greater and far older. And it’s coming here…”