"Only vaguely." Soma hesitated. This was also something Lingormr had to know about, but there was no easy way for her to say it. "You remember I told you about the people who visit us? Sometimes they're patients who've disappeared. They're the real thing, as far as we can tell, but they believe they're who the staff says they are. People who belong in this world, with real lives outside of the institute."

She shook her head. "We don't know where they're being kept. They could be anywhere on this planet. But if they're still here, it means they can be saved."

The horse in Lingormr's sketch definitely looked different from the run-down mare in Doyleton. Soma indicated the lighter horse, her expression curious. "Whose is that one?"