In his haste to leave to go to the castle the night Oliver was attacked by that horrible girl, he'd left the bottom half of his favorite pajamas on their bedroom floor. Because of their magic bags, it was the only possession of his remaining in the cottage. And thanks to the attack on their home, the house they'd lived in together for twenty years was nothing more than a blackened hole in the ground. Flimsy pajamas that were long past their best days was all she had left of her husband's.