Mary hadn’t answered at once, just rested her shoulder against the couch, closed her eyes, let her chin sink down onto her chest. He wanted to shake her, then realized that she'd gone astral—the same way he’d gone astral to find and rescue Sly. Falcon wanted to join her, but he didn’t know how. Not by himself, not without the help of Wolf. He tried to summon up the song he’d heard in the forest on that distant plane. He was able to remember it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t feel it vibrating through him like before, was unable to sing along with it.