A ridiculous idea came to her. It was insane and would likely cause her more grief than it was worth, but desperate times and all that. She knew that a lack of sleep coupled with her anxiety wasn't truly conducive to making good decisions. Still, she had to try. Packing up everything that was hers into her beaded bag, she shoved Antonin's pajamas in there too. Once she'd splashed some water on her face and tried to make herself look presentable, she exited the cottage. There was one way she knew that she could find her husband.