"When was the last time she was seen?" Verity leaned against him, reaching up and taking his hand, hoping she was able to mask the trembling of her own hands. She let out a heavy sigh, wondering if Trevor would be able to help them, but not willing to offer up the suggestion, lest Fred shoot it down. "I don't understand why they can't find him. He's always in the journals, why can't they track him down?"