Elena digs the heel of her hand into her eye. "Well," she says witheringly. "If you make me decide between sending my brother to another world packless - packlessness having driven the occasional determined lone wolf to suicide - and staying home, obviously my friends, and our parents, and our half-sisters, and my job, and so on, cannot begin to rate."

"Elena," says Orfeo soothingly. "It wouldn't be that bad. No one else who's gone lone had an imprint, that's got to change things."