"Hey, but wait, what—Oh, fuck me." Cayce stared after the Rani's retreating back. "Why now? What the—"

She looked around at the group and another absence suddenly impressed itself on her mind. "What, did Quixote flounce off too?" Her voice cracked a little bit on the last word.

It was entirely possible that the stress was, at long last, finally getting to Cayce.