Elias planned for him to go into it, of course, but also to come out, the way he came out of the coffin, and saw through the dark, and survived the Unknowing. It doesn’t matter that it’s only been a day, and Jon struggled through the coma for months: Elias is well aware that if Jon were going to come out on his own, he would have done it by now.
Elias calls his lawyer, and five hours later he’s striding through the familiar halls of his seat of power, unerringly walking towards the absence in his office.
“This wasn’t the arrangement,” Elias tells Peter at once, not waiting for him to drop out of the fog. “You mark my Archivist, you don’t swallow him whole.”
Peter appears with a sigh, spreading his hands. “What can I do, Elias? He was barely past the threshold when he lost himself. And really, if he’s as lacking for anchors as that…”
“Jon is perfectly well-anchored,” Elias says coldly.
