“They must have really done a number on you, didn’t they,” Jacob guesses with a sad shake of his head. Dorian might have forgotten him, but Jacob could never forget the many aggravating interactions that came from having his life graced by Dorian Gray’s presence.

“Heropa? Maurtia Falls? People seeing ghosts follow them around? None of this sounds familiar to you?” He asks, trying for something, anything resembling recognition of the world they’d been in.