After the five had finally found the right door, they had to walk down another long hallway. At the end, there were more doors and a desk. Sitting at the desk was practically a clone of the other woman.

"Welcome to the End of the World," said the woman. "We are the most organized place in the universe. What would you like to find in the Soul Wing?"

"Our friend's lost soul," said Calysta.

"Could you describe her position please?"

"Well, she's a witch," said Howie.

"A witch, hmm? Well, is there anything in her rhyme that might be helpful?" asked the woman.

"Something about a soul mate," said Sebrena.

"Soul mate. Well, there are three places to look. One is through that door, down three hallways on the left, the last door, that's Soul Mates Anonymous. Then, through the hallway behind me is the Hall of Records. You should be able to find the name of her soul mate in there. And lastly, on the hallway on my left is the Lost Souls Wing. At the second to last door on the left is the Lost Souls of Witches Room. An image of each lost soul is kept there, and others can communicate directly with the souls." Then the woman resumed her work, and paid no more attention to the group of confused people standing in front of her.

"So, we'll have to split up," said AJ. "Who's going where?"

"Why don't we all go to the Hall of records and then decide from there?" suggested Sebrena.

"Okay, that's a good idea. Now who remembers how to get there?" asked Nick.

"This hallway behind me leads straight to the Hall of Records," said the woman, not even looking up from what she was doing.

"Well, that answers that question," said Calysta. They walked down the hallway for what seemed like forever, until they reached a wooden door. Calysta pushed it open, to reveal a room, the size of a football stadium, with all the walls covered with filing cabinets.

"You know, I was never good at finding organized things, so why don't you and Howie stay here and look," Sebrena said to Calysta, patting her on the shoulder. "AJ, Nick, and I will find somewhere else to look."

Calysta growled at Sebrena, but she didn't hear it because she was already halfway out of sight.

"Well," said Howie, "it looks like we've got a lot of searching to do."

"Yeah, and where do we start?" asked Calysta.

"At the beginning I guess." They turned to their right, and opened the first drawer. It was filled to the brim with files. Calysta picked up the very first one and began to leaf through it.

"Why I'll be damned, the Bible was right," said Calysta. "Adam was a bad prototype for Eve."

"I feel loved," said Howie, sarcastically.

"And why is that?" asked Calysta.

"I don't know, maybe its because you just bashed my whole gender."

"Oh, that. Well, it's true, the records say it, and you can't argue with the facts. Although, some members of your gender are more tolerable than others," said Calysta, glancing away from the record to look at Howie. Their eyes caught, and then they both looked away, blushing.

"I think this probably isn't the place to look for Serafina's records. It's a couple eons too old," said Howie. "Let's try over this end." They walked for several minutes, until they reached the other end of the room.

After searching through a few drawers, Calysta stumbled upon her own file. She began to read through it aloud.

"Calysta Alexandria Enland. Born on February 14, 1981. Mother: Maria Chelsea Lyons. Father: Peter Lampburg? What, this can't be right. My father was David Enland." Calysta became frantic, and her eyes were wide.

"Cal, do you think that maybe-"

"No, don't say it. I know what you're going to say, but don't say it. There has to be some other explanation," said Calysta, trying to get a grip on reality. But the thoughts kept coming into her head, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Calysta," said Howie softly, taking the file out of her hands, shutting it and putting it away, then taking her hands, "I think your mother had an affair. But, if you want, we can check your mother's file. That should explain everything."

"I don't know if I want to look," said Calysta. She threw her arms around Howie and began to sob on his shoulder. "David Enland has to be my dad," she managed to choke out.

"Calysta, just because he's not your flesh and blood doesn't make him any less of a father," Howie said, gently. Calysta choked back her sobs, and nodded, not able to say anything at the moment.

"You're right," she finally managed to say. "He'll always be my father, no matter what. This Peter Lampburg, whoever the hell he is, doesn't even know me. He's not my father." She paused for a minute, thinking over what had just happened. "Thank you Howie."

"No problem. Umm . . . Calysta, before, when you were bashing my gender, and you said that some were more tolerable than others, what did you mean?"

"I meant that some have some very nice qualities, even if I met them though a friend . . . at an amusement park . . . only a couple days ago," she said, sheepishly, yet slyly.

"I feel the same way," whispered Howie. Only then did they realize that they still had their arms around each other. Howie leaned down and kissed Calysta softly on the lips.