"...Oh dear. Sensible, but oh dear."

"I'm sorry he doubted you."

"Well. Anyone would, really."

She sounds remarkably dispassionate about this for how ready to tear her hair out she was when she walked in.

"We left him a copy of our notes. Just in case. There's something happening at that asylum, and if it doesn't end with Roby he needs to know what's going on."

"If anyone's going to make a good case for magic existing it's going to be you."

Except it doesn't fucking matter how good her case is. It's not about how good her case is.

"I'll... try and think of something to tell him, I suppose. A letter. Maybe it's - he deserves some warning. Though I'm not sure how many more problems there'll be there now that Roby's - gone."

Did they make sure to include the signs of a King in Yellow adherent in their notes. Did they mention at all that they have a friend who shows all these signs. Sal is now wishing they'd put it on the front page in large print.

Inaaya, at least, absolutely included all the information she had about the King in Yellow. Including the Japanese government's experiments, and, for that matter, her observations about Terrence.

"Again, I'm sure Inaaya did an excellent job. He's just set in-- his rational worldview, or whatever it may be."

"I don't think it especially matters how good a job I did. Empirically, it didn't work."

Also, she has a rational worldview, but she can't actually work up the effort to be insulted about the implication that she doesn't.

He did say it in a slightly sarcastic tone! But trying to make Inaaya feel better hasn't worked so he's going to back off.

He feels kind of terrible about how his attempts to reassure his friends are going.

"Well, you were equipped to give it a better shot than any of us would have been, for whatever good that does."

He looks around, and for want of a chair in easy reach, plops down on the bed cover across from where Jing Yi is.

"What now? I can't help but wonder if Parker is at fault for -" he gestures at Jing Yi's whole person.

Or Roby, he thinks, but that's - I mean, even he knows that's a stretch. Roby sounds like he did whatever he did on purpose. Just what purpose, Terrence doesn't quite understand. ...Yet.

"...Are you suggesting that Parker can do things long-distance or that he snuck into our rooms, because I really don't like either thought."

"Why shouldn't he be able to do things at long distance?" Terrence shrugs.

"I don't think we have any idea whose fault this is and saying it must be Parker seems premature at best."

"Someone who isn't me should probably ask if there were whistling noises last night or the nights of the other murders."

"He's got a pretty good motive. But that only puts him a little ahead of any other suspect, if someone else did it at all."

"I also shouldn't ask I expect, since I was with Inaaya."

"I imagine he won't be pleased to see any of us, if it went that poorly, but - do you think we can scour the asylum perimeter for a cat?"

"We can stop at the grocer's and get some trout to sweeten the pot."

The cat says that there were no whistling noises. It also enjoys its trout.

Well. Good to have the information, at any rate.

Calling the hospital still seems like the best bet when it starts approaching time to leave, since they're the ones with the facilities set up for this sort of thing and the ability to transport comatose people and Jing Yi still isn't waking up.

Yeah, alas. Terrence can make the call to the hospital and is willing to put his name on paperwork and such.

The hospital takes Jing Yi and says that they'll keep him comfortable.

Back in London, Inaaya goes through the newspaper archives, looking for where one would find Valentine's lover's grave.

And, back in London, Terrence and Sal find a small article in the back page of the newspaper saying that Alexander Roby wasn't the person murdered. The body was identified as belonging to Thomas Clark, who was white like Roby, unlike Montague Edwards, who was Indian. Montague Edwards and Alexander Roby himself continue to be missing.