Trapped in a book... fuck, why does that ring a bell? Ugh, so much of home blurs together. She rubs at her temple, thoughtful wrinkle in her brow as she tries to think back.

"Gertrude. Right. The hardcore old biddy. Had fun with the explosives she left behind." Not often Daisy got to play around with plastic explosives. And, well, she wasn't one of the ones that got blown up by them. "Knew he'd got his information from somewhere, but— wait."

She clicks her fingers a few times. "Montauk and Herbet, they— said something about Jon stealing an— evil book?"