She's growing afraid now, not for the brother Nate thinks is here, but for Nate himself. All these things he's saying, he really believes them, he really believes his brother is here, bleeding on the ground of the alley, and she wonders for a second if she should call an ambulance for Nate. It's a thought she discards almost as soon as she has it, because she doesn't think Nate will forgive her for having him committed, even if he is in a state that worries her deeply.

They have to figure it out. They can't involve anyone else.

"Nate," she says again, then lifts her hand, cupping either side of his face. "Look at me. Just look at me for a second, let me see your eyes." He's seeing things that aren't there and she doesn't know if he's been drugged or someone has done something to him or maybe it's just magic, but she's scared for him and she want to be able to help, but she doesn't know how. This is so far out of her area of expertise.