"Who?" Jack said, wary again. "Not a witch?" Because they had no reason to help him, and the cost would be-- he couldn't even think about that. "Jane isn't here too, is she? She made all this." He gestured to himself, then swallowed, head swimmy again. "She could help." He sounded wistful, even to his own ears.

Funny. Eliot had eyes like Jane's, a little bit.