Thinking about Antonin being dead didn't get easier with the passing of time. Even though she was relaxed and well-rested, Hermione was still worried about him. Night came a lot sooner in their part of the world during that time of year, so it wasn't a surprise that when she finally forced herself to get out of Daisy's bed that the sky was growing dark outside. One more failed attempt at casting the tracking spell on his watch threatened to rob her of all remaining hope. Again she swore to herself that there must be some kind of explanation that didn't mean that he was necessarily dead.