"It makes me wonder," he continues, steadily, "whether or not there might not be another door, another window, somewhere. As soon as I graduate--before, if I can--I'm going to travel the world, and if there is one, I'll find it. You have to to believe me, Lyra. All those worlds! Not every window could have been closed. There must be one, somewhere."

He clenches his hands into fists, his knuckles white.

Kirjava bats lightly at the air with one silky black paw, unsure.

"Oh, Pan, I hope you're taking care of Lyra," she says, and then, "I know you are. I know it. We just miss you so much."