"Jamie," he catches his brother's arm and tugs him into a hug. 

Hug. "You- he-" he shudders, "I'm sorry, I led him straight to us, if I hadn't been flying so much-" 

"Don't," he cuts in. "He knew where we were the whole time. You didn't do anything wrong." 

"You did admirably. Specially given everything."

Nod. 

(He was impatient and a mess and... but they got the job done. It's a little worse that it was- inevitable. But Alex always tells the truth.)

"And he won't be coming back, this time."

Alex flinches minutely (he'd thought he was dead, last time, that he'd killed him-) but nods. 

They continue talking quietly as the Graywards and their allies wake. 

"What now?" Jamie asks once everyone is up. 

"That depends on you. We will drop them off in an Elsewhere facility, dad has enough clout that people will let us have a few days to recuperate before knocking on our door to get our part of the story."

"Do you still want to come live with us?"

"Yeah." 

"Even more than before," Jamie adds. "We were... mostly packed up before... all this. Just a few things left. We probably would have called the next day..."

"Alright, in that case we can just give everyone the signal to go ahead."

"Sounds good..."

...Do the Graywards mind terribly if they just stay where they are until they're all ready to leave the hotel?

They don't mind at all. They can all have a proper breakfast before departure.

They'll join them for breakfast, though they're still not moving farther than a few feet away from each other. 

It won't take more than a couple hours for them to finish up packing up the apartment - there's mostly just some of Jamie's art supplies, some toiletries, and some clothes left to pack. Jamie convinces Alex to rest and let others handle the work, so he sits back on one of the old couches while that happens. 

They'd pretty much decided to leave the furniture, kitchen supplies, and other replaceable things behind. Clothes, books, Jamie's supplies, Alex's guitar, and some sentimental things make up the most of what they're keeping. Altogether it fills up a pair of large suitcases, two dufflebags and two backpacks, along with the guitar case and a box of rolled up cavases. Once that's done, and assuming there's room in the Graywards' vehicles, they can just pile those in and be on their way.

They make sure the Starr twins are comfortable and go their way.

In the middle of the trip, the effects of what they used to keep Davin asleep wear off.

Davin wakes up in a small barely lit room where he is tied to one of six bunk beds.

"Hi, honeeeey." Percy says walking in through the only door.

-quite the reversal of the usual circumstances, this is. Still, he's sure he can work with it.

He raises an eyebrow at the woman, "I'm sure we don't know each other well enough for pet names," he remarks. 

"Really? I am so sorry. I just feel a familiarity between us, blame Jackie." Percy nods her head towards the bed where Jackies is, still very much sound asleep.

He glances at her, "Made a like-minded friend, did she?" He looks back, "One who clearly knows more about magic than we have had the chance to discover." 

"You could say that." Smile. "Oh, where are my manners. Do you want anything?"

"Out of these bonds, for a start," he says, tone filled with some humour. "Failing that, knowledge of our destination would be appreciated. What fate has been decided for us? What is the justice system like behind the masquerade?" 

"Very nifty. Very... adaptable, one might say, specially to special circumstances." She smiles and inspects how he is actually feeling.

Wary and calculating. She reminds him of Jackie - he's wary of what that means for him. He's perfectly aware of how much Jackie would like to hurt him, and that her desire to do so is only held back by her desire to follow him. This woman has no such reasons to play nice. He's focusing on trying to get as much out of this conversation as he can, and lose as little as possible.

"Is that so? I suppose it won't be adaptable in a way that favours me, given that my choice in subjects has apparently brought its wrath down upon me." 

"Aw, is that all the ways you can think it might not favor you? Really? You know that magic exists, surely you can imagine the situation is much worse."