It feels so far away, still. And, after all, Cass is here. Whatever whim of fate sent her home also tore her away again. Better than death, maybe -- for Cass, surely -- but could Dimitri survive? He might break for good.

It hurts, to have hope.

He scrubs his eyes on his wrist. "Home," he echoes. "I thought that 'doubles' theory sounded absurd -- and you remembered everything while you were there?"