Where should he start?  When he had left home, enfolding these others who were now his own nestlings?  Or simply at his arrival in this crushed space?  He was suddenly assaulted by the lights and sounds of that arrival, feeling it again with mind-shaking pain.  No, he was not yet ready to cherish and embrace that configuration - back! back! back beyond his first sight of these others who were now his own.  Back even before the healing which had followed his first grokking of the fact that he was not as his nestling brothers... back to the nest itself.