"I'm aware." He replied, dry as ever, "And I've no doubt that both Crystal and the Night Nurse will threaten to kill us for allowing this to happen." He waited then, hating that he couldn't actually help, as he had at least some idea what he was looking for and didn't know if Charles did.

When the answer came he swore, softly, pinching the bridge of his nose and running that hand up over his face and into his hair, "Will you be able to remember them to be able to sketch them out when we return to the office?" He'd seen Charles struggle with the bag now that he was living again, and didn't want to risk his having to use it to find something to write with, if he even had such a thing in there as it was.