"He's gone," Jonathan whispered softly. "Scarecrow...he's been gone since I ever returned." Which meant most of the good plans, the best plots would die. Jonathan sighed, shifting around and sliding into Edward's lap, curling against him.
"Your daughter's husband is gone as well, by the way, you might want to play nice with her for a bit so that she doesn't go psycho on you." Jonathan didn't really care (okay he did, he just hid it) about the girl, but it was occasionally useful to have her around...and not trying to blow up his asylum.