Though Laurent wasn't looking at him, Gansey was nodding. He'd thought the same thing - though, of course, he knew it was not really in any of their interests to go home. He spread his hands, while leaning back in his chair.

"They draw their power from us," he said, while a wry tone crept into his voice. "Or from our emotions, more specifically. That's why all of this is happening now."

Gansey's hand flung out in an expansive gesture, taking in the window, and by implication, taking in everything outside of it.

"The anger...the rage, that's everywhere right now. It all comes from them. It's not particularly in Hope's interest to send us home before he's brought back his friends, if that's what he's after."

Gansey reached for his notebook, running his finger over its spine.

"But he also claimed he didn't know how to control the Door. That it works by itself, bringing us in and sometimes sending us out again. He suggested that some of his brethren might know how, and if he restores them, he may be able to send us home once they're back.

Of course, he may have just been trying to make me hopeful."