He'd been by the docks when he'd received her incomprehensible message. Hurrying to her had been his immediate reaction, but hurrying had been difficult. The city was chaotic, no one knew what was going on and everyone had someone they were trying to get to, it seemed.

He heard talk as he pushed through the crowds, heard mentions of people who had suddenly stopped making sense. Heard talk of a sickness that was driving people insane.

Cassandra's mental health was under question enough as it was. Panic set in and he began calling her name. He'd entered the inn, knocked on her door and finally just opened it. No one there. When he ran back outside, there was a measure of desperation to the god as he continued yelling for her, grabbing several brunettes by the shoulders and turning them to face him.

He stopped, turning in a circle. Where was she going? A walk? She was going to get herself killed. "Swan!" he finally cried in a desperate attempt.