[ Noah says it so quietly, as though he's delivering terrible news. Eight months. Eight months away from home, and Gansey remembers nothing about it. Every one of them had been there with him. They hadn't been missing. And here they were, in a place so dangerous even Noah had to use a knife. ]

Jesus Christ. Noah, I'm sorry.

[ He puts his hand on Noah's arm, the one that had held the knife. ]

I promise you, I saw you yesterday. All of you, and Blue. [ That she hasn't been here is one small mercy. Yet even as he thinks that, Gansey wonders why it's the case. Why all of them, and not her?

That was wrong. It felt wrong. ]

There must have been something wrong, this can't be a coincidence. It's like time around a ley line. Distorted, chaotic. But you, Noah. You look stronger than you did at home. Where were you before?