[ Raina moves toward the offered stool woodenly, dropping her weight onto the surface. Leaning over the counter, she rests her head in her hands. What Will says is not as comforting as a 'yes, he will definitely be back' but at least he's in the same boat. The boat of hoping for Frederick's return. ]

I remember Frederick mentioning you going home in October. We left around the same time, I believe. The only difference is that I knew I was going home. I had foreseen it. I knew exactly how long I would be gone and was able to plan accordingly for him. I hadn't seen this. And that frightens me.

[ Raina shakes her head pitifully. ]

I'm sorry. I realize this is so pathetic. Crying over him like this.