Palamedes has seen Cecelia peering out of her window from time to time, ghost-like in a way that makes his throat tight, given he had felt the life drain out of her not so long ago. Once, spotting her, he had raised his hand in greeting, but not gotten much response. He tells himself not to go hunting for her room, that she had experienced an awful thing and will come out when she is ready, but as the days go by, it becomes harder and harder not to go checking on her.

Meanwhile, he has set about the task of documenting everything he can in this new and strange Staywell Manor. Like Cecelia, something strangely familiar pushes at his skull as he walks the halls, turning doorknobs and peering behind tapestries, noting every room he can find and what’s in it.

He’s writing in his notebook with a quill when he comes around a corner, his new grey robes picking up dust as they drag along the floor, and unlike Cecelia, he hardly notices that he is no longer alone.