“I thought you were still claiming you were currently mad, and you know we’re not getting out of here until the story’s done,” Lambert points out, though without much rancor. Still, he looks around, as though he half-expects mad Strange to jump out from the shadows at any moment.

Reattaching a finger to break a spell is strange, though he’s heard stranger ... and it tickles at memory, finally connecting the goings-on with what Strange has only mentioned in passing before, and he frowns.

“What was the spell he was supposed to break? You said the faerie brought her back — was Childermass supposed to kill her again?” Because that’s obviously what you do with resurrected women, right? Lambert’s never heard a tale of that which ended well. Turning away from Strange reveals where the letter’s found itself, stuck in the back pocket of his pants, though he’s well distracted from it now. Because—

“When did you give it to Childermass? Is he suppsoed to show up here?”