We’re both trying to pretend that never happened. That there was no Coven in London, There wasn’t a fight, no sisters, no brothers, no anything. I didn’t want to forget them, but I didn’t want to remember a few things either. I haven’t been very perceptive these past few days. I haven’t seen much and I haven’t looked much. I guess it’s because it’s no use to look for something I can’t see. We’re still in Europe. It’s still dark but not much longer. From what I did see it was suppose to be cloudy. We decided Europe was still the best place to look. All of a sudden Jasper...