Rosario pursed her lips. "Why was she there? Like, in that particular spot, I mean, like— the Adirondacks are huge and she somehow ends up shot basically right next to where I'm camped?" The enormity of the coincidence had been eating at her. If it hadn't been Artemis, if he hadn't been Apollo— but he was, and if he could see the future, like he'd seen where Lyra was back in spring, couldn't he have told his sister where Rosario was gonna be that weekend? Except that didn't make sense either, because Artemis had been there days before Rosario had found her, and if Apollo'd been looking into the future wouldn't he have warned her against being shot instead? And anyway, that day at the bakery, he hadn't known about the woods, so... so what, then?