*Disclaimer- All but one chapter intro comes from the Mumford and Sons new album Babel. I do not own that, them or anything related to Riddick, Fry, the Grimms or their creators. But I sure do appreciate the creative push*

*a.n. I'll be completely honest. I can't decide if I hate this story or not. I really haven't had negative feelings like this towards something I've written since "Only Fools." There are only two chapters that I truly love out of the whole mess. I'll leave it up to you to figure out which they are. I'll be leaving *a.n.* on certain chapters throughout. I will say upfront that there are no sex scenes as I was just too disgusted by the entire mess to deal with them.*

~The Ghosts That We Knew~

Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me
in the quiet, in the crowd?

Chapter 1

"Hello, Carolyn."

"I knew you'd be coming by today." Carolyn said as the door to the shed opened, letting in a burst of light.

"You should have stopped by the last time you were in town."

Carolyn shook her head, "If I did, I'd have to listen to you tell me one more time that it wasn't my fault."

"Well today, especially today, you get to hear it again. There was nothing you could have done. You were in Cryo just as the rest of us were. It's not your fault that the ship crashed and it's not your fault that they left. You did everything right."

"If I did everything right, your boys would still be alive, Jack wouldn't be locked up and Riddick wouldn't have disappeared off the face of the Universe. You can't actually believe that none of it was my fault."

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"I'm not sure if I wished you actually meant it or that it was actually true."

"We need to talk, Carolyn."

Sighing, Carolyn nodded and hung the tack in her hands up on its peg leading the way into the harsh sunlight.

As they entered Carolyn's small house, Imam shut the door behind them as she headed to the kitchen. He was happy to see her of course, but with her, as it was with him, it always brought up a mixed bag of emotions and memories.

"You look well," he said entering the room struggling for a way to start the conversation.

Carolyn snorted as she set two cups of tea on the table. "Let's not kid each other, Imam. There's only one thing that would bring you out here to talk. Or should I say person." She replied plopping down in her chair taking a sip from her cup.

"You've heard of the trouble?"

"The Necromongers? Yes, that's all I've heard about the last few times I've gone into town."

"And have you also heard about the Elemental Envoy that is here to help us."

"No, can't say as I have." Carolyn said resting her arms on the table.

"She has told us her theory about what could stop this race of killers."

"Do tell."

"It was prophesied that a male child born to a race of people called Furyans would bring about the destruction of their leader, The Lord Marshal. However, when the Lord Marshal learned of this prophecy some thirty years ago he ordered every male child on the planet of Furya to be killed, going so far as to strangle some with their birth cords. It came to be known as 'The Great Infanticide'."

"My God, Imam. That's horrible."

Imam nodded. "On the planet, do you remember when I prayed with you and Jack? Just before going through the valley?"

"Yes, I remember," Carolyn answered barely above a whisper.

"Afterwards, I went to pray with…." Imam broke off at the look upon her face. "I went to him, and Carolyn, he told me a story that to this day still haunts me."

"Well, he does excel at being a ghost now, doesn't he," she said pushing away from the table, her chair screeching tiredly across the floor, to look outside the window.

Imam continued on ignoring her outburst. "While telling me the various reasons why he hated God, he happened to mention that he was found in a trash bin with his cord still wrapped around his neck." Carolyn glanced at him with a horrified look upon her face.

"You knew nothing of this?" Imam questioned.

"No, nothing." She replied internally tormented by the picture that had been painted in her head. "Wait. You don't think he's one of these Furyans do you?"

Imam tilted his head as his eyebrows rose. "I don't know what to think, Carolyn. I only know I must do something to try and save our home."

Carolyn eyed him warily. "What have you done?"

"I simply told Aereon, what Riddick told me."

"Uh huh," Carolyn said. "And then what."

"You have to understand how desperate we are, Carolyn."

"You know, Imam, the last time I looked I lived here as well. Now tell me."

"She hired a bounty hunter to find him."

"SHE DID WHAT?" Carolyn exploded, hopping up from her seat. "Do you know what's going to happen if he's found or if he finds out it was you?"

"I know, I know," he said waving his hands in a placating manner. "That's why I did not give them all the information I had."

"What information?" Carolyn asked narrowing her eyes.

"Where he is at."

"You know where he's at. Where he's been this entire time?" Carolyn asked with a hitch in her voice.

"I know where he was going when he left us. If he is still there, I do not know."

"I should kill you myself and save him the trouble," she hissed at him. "Just what do the two of you hope to accomplish by bringing him here. He's not going to help us even if he is this great prophesied Furyan."

"We have to try Carolyn. We have too."

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes. "How much of lead do they have on me?"

"Two days."