Percival, the next night, during Polkdot’s session, will say/ask, “Last night during the library ritual, I caught a glimpse of our friend Joan in the midst of the mists. She was trying to get me to come to her, but I don’t believe it was her. Is there something out there that takes the forms of lost friends or family, to lure you into its grasp? She kind of acted like Joan, but she wanted me to move off the spot you told me to stay in.”