Leo's always had an impeccable sense of time; it's something he's noticed, marked as a footnote, just another one of the many traits they shared in common. But he has no idea what time it is when he sweeps into his remaining cousin's room, maskless, swordless, and blank-faced.

The first thing he does is search out Mike. When he sees the familiar shape in the darkness, the very edges of the lines around his eyes smooth out, but there's still a harried look to them as he puts a hand on the doorway.

"Mike... he's gone."