Once, the dining room had been dominated by a long mahogany table, its surface polished to a mirror shine that glowed beneath the lights of the chandelier. Darlington had sat through many a dinner in that room, listening to his grandfather and his parents talk, then bicker, then full-on argue as the evening went on. Now the room is empty, another place he and Alex have yet to furnish, but the chandelier remains, suspended above the bare wood floor.

Darlington laughs when Caleb does, his phone tucked between his face and his shoulder as he flips the breaker off and swaps out the old fuse for a new one. "I appreciate it. God knows Alex would be far more likely to send me back through the Veil than she would you." He mimics, lovingly, her flat Valley tones. "It's your fault for being stupid and getting yourself killed, Danny. Mors irrumat omnia."

After turning the breaker back on, he takes his hands away from the fusebox entirely. "Go ahead."