Besides, Neville's hunt for Enola was proving fruitless. Sally ... poor, one-armed Sally ... had come to find him, to tell him that his wife was looking for him, though the elf didn't say why, which was a little bit curious in itself. So Neville had started looking for her. They must have been looking in the wrong places, because neither had found the other one yet. And Neville had been at this for an hour already.