But Athos is trembling so hard that he cannot even keep his feet. His sword falls from his hand, clattering on the pavement, and Athos follows, sinking to his knees with his face buried in his arms, where he shakes, and shakes. He does not even notice when the dark, ash-filled Darrow melts away, and by some miracle they return to the city they know. Thomas is gone, the streetlights glow again, and the sounds of the city filter into the alley where they are gathered.