This was what Henry knew: Richard Gansey III was here, in this warehouse, in this place that was hell but could be better, maybe. Could be something more. The grand court was all back together--and, now, it had Noah in it, which seemed an important caveat that had not been wholly true back in Henrietta. Henry was pleased and overwhelmed, on Gansey's behalf. Gansey was right, as well: there were things to do and learn and accomplish, as there always was when one was fresh and new in Aglionby it seemed; the city did not like to take you when you were prepared for these things.

Henry took the new-arrivals-packet from Gansey, and fished the map out of it. He reached boldly into the interior pocket of his jacket on Gansey--murmured only 'scuse--and grabbed a pen. Then he laid the map out on the nearest, mostly bare, counter.

"So...we're here. Here-ish." He marked a star on the map for Hywel's location on the corner of Stag and Scoone. "I'm up north, at Candlewood...ah, here it is." He marked an X over his building. "And then, let's see. Here's the library, the university, the shopping mall..."

Henry went through the vital attributes of Darrow, as he'd found them, since his arrival in May. It was hard to believe he'd been here for over two months now. He didn't say a thing about that right now. It was the least of their problems.