Catherine's sitting in front of the fireplace, reading a book, when there's a loud knock at the door. She rushes to answer; she's just put her daughter to sleep and doesn't want the noise to wake her.

"Jacob?" She ushers him inside, unable to mask her surprise. "What is it? Did something happen?"

The question is unnecessary; there are dark circles under his eyes, and his expression is haunted.

"Your friend, the one whose child is missing?"

She nods. "Margaret."

"He's at the Centre."

She shakes her head. No.

"Yes. Sydney's looking after him."

Like that, her world falls apart.