Everything seems to spill out of Sabrina half-formed, thoughts and sentences abandoned partway through, and Rosie tries to piece them together as best as she can. To pull out the important details, the things that might lead them forward to a solution, the ways in which this unbelievable situation might be fixed. But when Sabrina looks at her again, pale and sorrowful, Rosie lays it all aside--if only for the moment. They're sitting close enough that it's no effort at all to put an arm around her, pulling her close and holding her. "He has Nick now," she says, her voice trembling a little. She coughs, once, tries to steady it. "What do we need to do to get him back?"

Of course she says we. Though so much of this is unbelievable, and despite the uncertainty that still swirls in her mind, the one thing Rosie knows without question is that she'll help Sabrina in whatever way she can.