Casey nodded his head wearily.  His focus on the spell left him little in the way of mental capacity for conversation.  The ritual was as complicated as his abilities in corpomancy could handle, and it was a far shot from perfect.  The weary wizard's eyes swept the scene, before he let out a long-suffering breath.  "Let's go."  He agreed.<br/><br/>The drive was a tense one, with no conversation to speak of.  It left Casey time to turn everything over in his head again, and again, with only the boppy tunes of pop-rock to keep his thoughts company.  Matthias had tried to kill him, with an accomplice.  They'd shot both he, and Evelyn, and had thought far enough ahead to foul any magical bonds to which they might be tied.  It was a more complicated plan than he thought the Rachling could have concocted.  The thing's passions ran hot, but planning had not been Matthias' strong suit.<br/><br/>He was broken from his mental reverie as the car pulled to the stop in the garage, the crystal on the string in his hand tilting unmovingly back toward the city.  He pushed out of the car, and let his eyes sweep the scene for abnormalities, as he made his way toward the house.  "Get yourself a shower, and try and relax."  It was more than he'd said since he'd started the spell.  "I'll try to shore up this tracker.  You can join me when you're ready."   Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be waiting for them, and as they stepped inside, his eyes found his wife again, an unreadable expression on his face.  The hand not holding the crystal rose to touch her cheek fondly.  "I'll shout if I need you."