Chase had been alone for a long time. His journal was covered in blood and any answers he'd given to anyone had been lucky considering he couldn't really see out of blood covered eyes. He eventually gave up, having stumbled into the nook without really thinking about anything more than pixie dust and the hope that the goblins would leave him alone.
And there he stayed. For a long time. Sitting there, wondering what happened. Where he went wrong. Why everyone had turned into goblins. He hoped his family was okay. He hoped Mary was okay. He realized, at some point, that he couldn't feel his face. And considering the blood, he could only make the connection that the goblins had eaten it. Why they would consume his face was beyond him. But it was the truth. He thought he was a goner. Forever. Like Freya.
But eventually, someone pulled open the door to his fantasy and Theo was chasing away the dragons like a knight in shining armor. Except she was a girl. He briefly wondered if that meant she would have a breastplate like a viking. He thought Paulie might like that. At her voice, however, every problem, every care, every worry melted. And he relaxed completely as she pulled him into her lap. Her fingers were careful and her care paid off. He weakly lifted Arthur's wand to show her the pixie dust, shaking the wand with a little bit of enthusiasm. "Look at the pixies," he whispered. "The pixies, Theo."
And then suddenly, Paulie had arrived. He meekly shook his wand again, showing Paul as well. "Look. Look at the pixies, Paulie. Look at them." It was like a wintery wonderland for Chase--and a very confusing gesture for everyone else. "Kill him, Paulie," he whispered. "Kill him."