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Zoerawrr "'T ain't comin' back," Jake sniffed, shaking his head. Still holding the cup, Jake screwed up his eyes and rubbed the side of his head. His cold hands seemed to wake him up a bit. "I can't... 'member stuff... things happen... uh get 'n trouble, 'n' I can't 'member what i did..." he looked exceedingly confused for a moment. "Days... days... uh f'rget entire days."
Leaning his head back against the wall, Jake finally broke down properly. "Evr'thin'... can't take it anymore... Mah head... mah mind... s'gone furr good."
And combine that with the whole situation after Bunbury's detention, he may as well be at St. Mungo's being checked out already. "Home..." Jake muttered. "Wanna go home."
"Maybe someone else borrowed it and forgot to tell you." Ethan answered as if he was talking about a next door neighbour who'd taken a missing power tool.
"Your mind is here right now though, hmm?" Truebridge asked in a quiet voice and then added. "
I don't want you to go home."