A month passed since that day. Ally had been buried by the beach, as it seemed to be his favourite place and it was only fitting he get to be there eternally. A low humming sounded, and the full moon seemed to shine even brighter than it did during the usual peak of it's cycle. Frost shaped and settled around Ally's burial area. Suddenly, Ally was standing on top of his former grave. He looked down at his clothes, fresh and clean and completely white. Other than that and the fact that his eyes appeared to be an even brighter blue, his appearance hadn't changed. He gaped for a moment, holding out his hands and jumping in surprise when ice shot out of them. He paused, seeming to process the current situation before smiling a little. He started making little pictures out of ice with his hands, giggling the whole time with wonder. He laughed joyfully and launched himself into the sky, turning himself invisible and flying above the rooftops. First he checked their hotel, to find out Moe had checked out a month ago, shortly after Ally died. The new sage frowned at this, trying to call the other's cell and throwing it against the wall in annoyance when he found Moe's number was disconnected. And so began his search. He traveled all over the world for days, following Moe's trail and just missing him every time, no matter how fast he tried to go. One day, he was feeling particularly hopeless and decided to give up for the time being. He stayed in Russia, because it reminded him of Moe and it seemed the most likely place for the other sage to be. He got an ice water from Starbucks, grumbling around blindly as he walked without really paying attention. He cursed as he knocked into a passerby, spilling the water all over the person he was currently accidentally pinning. Ally closed his eyes on impact, and opening them a moment later. He froze, staring into a familiar and also understandably shocked pair of eyes. His voice was barely a whisper. "Looks like we're back where we began, mi amore."