"Weeks?" Graham echoed, the hollowness within him dulling but not wholly negating the guilt that speared through him at the suggestion that he had been so entirely wrapped up in his own difficulties he had missed something so integral. The time seemed to have coincided a little too neatly with Emma's arrival, or at least his awareness of it and the news that had followed.

At a loss for an immediate plan, or any plan at all he could think of that might deliver the other man back to a world he himself had never heard of before, he opened and then shut his mouth. A moment later he finally asked, "What can I do?"