Serge has enough presence of mind, it seems, to slow down, at least- for the others to catch up. But he doesn't wait long, passing through the darkened doorway into another room, an atrium of some kind, with many floors, a single elevator dominating the center, lit by red emergency lighting- and serge yells out at the sight before him, of doors sliding shut.

There's the briefest glimpse of a man with blue hair, the exact same shade as his own, blocking a much shorter man with red hair from entering the elevator, the latter looking worried, the former looking slightly distant, but determined- and clutching the limp form of a child, heavily bandaged, dressings soaked through and dripping blood... a child with blue hair. And then the elevator descends out of sight, leaving the room dark once more.

The world seems to shimmer, for a moment, thoughts racing through his mind. He'd been here, unconscious, dying- that was why he didn't remember. But dad had been, and-
"Miguel. That's... No, I met him. Or Serge did- he was..." What was the relation? There'd been a girl, not Kid, who'd been important-

My dear Leena... may you live in a happier tomorrow.

"Wazuki and Miguel, Leena's dad, they... they were friends. Serge- other-me, got... hurt. Bad. They tried to sail for Marbule, but there was a storm and they got blown off course, to..."

More memories, flickering past like whispers as he hisses in pain, wincing-
"That fire lies hidden in the Sea of Eden-"
"-wasn't called the Dead Sea-"
"-the Frozen Flame has chosen-"
"-Lavos-"

"That child... That wounded child... bring him to me..."

And then the room is silent once more, leaving only the five of them and the stranger with red hair, looking worriedly up at the darkened ceiling, as Serge tries to catch his breath. "I think... we have to get down there. It's important. I think the way out is... at the bottom of this elevator shaft. With my father... with me. Any ideas?"