The plasm is practically bleeding off of the boy. Understandable: he should be dead, and now the Other in Anri Obel's head is working overtime to sweep away whatever damage she could from her new vessel's system.

"Looks familiar, doesn't it?"

It always does, father.

"Then you are lucky that there is a Maenad-controlled coffee house in this area."

Gabriel says that quietly as the two of them break free of the woods and find themselves both moving towards his car. It's nice and blue and the only vehicle in the area at the moment.