Raskolnikov placed his hand on Merlin's hand, and stared up at him. "Can you really be Merlin?" he asked him. "Can we really truly be among the heavens themselves? How can all of this be possible? It makes my mind spin... how can someone adjust to hearing these sorts of things?" he said, reaching his hands up to grasp the young man's shirt. "My dear Sonia... where is she? She was behind me when I walked through the streets, towards the bridge... And Razumikhin? Where is he?"