"He wouldn't leave," Finn says, looking out from behind his hand with the confidence of someone much younger than he is. "He wouldn't, he would say, he'd tell me where he was going or leave a note or tell someone-- he wouldn't just go. Something must have taken him, someone--the ship's gone, but there's no way to the ocean,"

He stops for a moment, staring out into the lake (and the strange little inlet that's formed there though it doesn't catch his attention for more than a moment) before shaking it off as useless.

Quieter, he says, "Lost things stay lost, Twiceborn. Or they aren't recognizable when they return."