Toward morning the storm abated, the wind died down, and there was no other sound than the rain dripping from the trees.
That night was the beginning of a long, lonely journey for Bastian. He no longer wished to return to his traveling companions or Xayide. Now he wanted to find the way back to the human world — but he didn’t know how or where to look for it. Was there somewhere a gate, a bridge, a mountain pass that would take him back?
He had to wish for it, that he knew. But he had no power over his wishes. He felt like a diver who is searching the bottom of the sea for a sunken ship, but keeps being driven to the surface before he can find anything.
He also knew that he had few wishes left, so he was careful not to use AURYN. He was determined to sacrifice his last few remaining memories only if he felt sure that this would help him get back to his world.