i was so wrapped up in my own grief that i had n't noticed . and now its with you , and its making your spirit upset . yeah , but these are kids on a harvest-mission . barry flipped his phone open , looking down at it . milo stopped what he was doing and called aris . my eyes dropped to his scar . it fluttered to the ground , taking its place next to mohammed 's foot , where the end of the message seemed to flow perfectly onto the thick black ink that was scribbled across his shoe . 