[ Gansey wishes he could make sense of all of this. His mind feels scrambled. He’s just fit several months of memories from Hadriel into a space in his mind that he didn’t even know existed, and he realizes he isn’t even sure how long they were gone. It couldn’t have been that long, could it? Worry prickles through him. He shakes his head. ]

Not since the car, after Aurora…

Jesus, we have to find him.

[ Noah had been so different at home. So faded. Gansey had once genuinely believed that it would be possible for magic – for Glendower – to save Noah. But even if there had been Glendower, and even if there had been a favour, he doesn’t think saving Noah could ever have been done. He was too far gone, a shell of the boy who lives with them here. ]

He’d come back here, wouldn’t he? Like we did.