[Tomorrow does not breed much better hope. Jaskier sleeps in the protection of his friend, but it does not stop the nightmares that plague him -- not only of Ciri's voice calling his name, but of the shriek he heard after she was taken. It rings dully in his head, echoing.

He has the guilt of a survivor now, another heavy burden, knowing he was supposed to be taken with Ciri. At least he would have been with her. They would have found Geralt.

And he would not have to be here, feeling useless.

But when Jaskier wakes, he is already writing, quill scratching against paper. Recording what he saw, sketching out the mask of the people who took Ciri. And later he will organize with Viktor, use the man's brain and technology to track Ciri down. He does, at least, tell Alucard the plan with Viktor -- that he was meant to intentionally get taken with Ciri, but she was taken, and he was left behind. And, of course, it was a stupid idea. But Geralt is his best friend, and Ciri's father. They are the only two people who would do anything they could for him.] One of our men working in Libertas is gone, too. I asked his son and he hasn't seen him in days. [Jaskier rubs his face.] There seems to have been no slowing of the disappearances.