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showed up with his magic bucket of coins. That bucket, like the fortune cookies, like the coins themselves, were a gift from the unknown places beyond the tunnel— because the bucket was never empty as long as there was a soul who needed a coin. Nick thought he’d have to searchfar and wide for those coins, and the fact that the bucket would refill itself the moment no one was looking was a sign to Nick that he was doing the right thing.
    Johnnie-O had watched as every member of his gang took a coin, and completed their journey out of Everlost. Why Johnnie-O didn’t use his own coin is something only he could know—Nick never asked him why—such a decision was too personal to ever question.
    â€œI’ll send you down!”
Johnnie-O had screamed the day his gang took their coins and disappeared. “
Even if I gotta go down to the center of the earth with you, I’ll send you down!”
And he had almost done it too. He and Nick had fought and struggled until both were chest deep in the earth. But when Johnnie-O realized he really would go down along with Nick, he backed off, pulled himself out, and let Nick pull himself out as well.
    Nick liked to think that, in the end, Johnnie-O realized that giving those kids a ticket out of Everlost was the right thing to do. Nick liked to think Johnnie-O respected him for it. Of course Johnnie-O would never admit that aloud, but the fact that he stayed with Nick, and helped him in his own intimidating way, was proof enough for Nick.
    With the boy dispatched to his destination, Nick went up to the train’s engine, where a nine-year-old who called himself Choo-choo Charlie stoked the boiler and studied a map that he had drawn himself. Aside from Charlie’s map, no one had ever made a record of Everlost’s rail lines.
    â€œD’ya think Mary would put my map in one of her books?” Charlie asked.
    â€œMary won’t put anything in her books that doesn’t helpMary,” Nick told him. “You’d probably have to draw a map where all roads lead to
her
.”
    Charlie laughed. “Most of ’em kinda do,” he said. “She’s got her fingers in everything.” Then he got a little quiet. A little scared, maybe. “D’ya think she knows I’m helping you?”
    â€œShe’ll forgive you,” Nick said. “She prides herself on how forgiving she is. She’d even forgive me if I gave up my ‘evil ways.’ Anyway, you’re not ‘helping me’—I’ve hired you, and business is business, right?”
    Then Nick handed Charlie a mug full of chocolate. Payment for his services.
    â€œSomeday I’m gonna get tired of this stuff,” Charlie warned.
    â€œWell,” said Nick, “it’s all I’ve got to give.”
    Charlie shrugged it off. “No worries. I can always trade it for something else.”
    He was right about that. As awful as Nick’s affliction was, in Everlost dripping chocolate was like dripping gold. It was his bad luck to die at fourteen with a chocolate smudge on his face, and as he forgot more and more of his life on earth, that little smudge spread.
In Everlost, we are what we remember,
Mary had once told him. So why did he have to remember that stupid chocolate stain?
    Allie—who had died in the same accident as Nick— had never laughed at Nick because of it. And when other kids in Mary’s domain had taken to calling him “Hershey,” she helped him fight to keep his memories and his name. The thought of Allie saddened him. They had arrived here together, and had journeyed through Everlost together. Hehad always felt that their fates were somehow intertwined, but they had both gone their separate ways, and Nick never even had the chance to say good-bye. No doubt Allie finally made her way home to find what became of her family. He wondered if she ever took hold of her coin, and completed her journey. He hoped