This couldn't have been a coincidence. Surely it couldn't have been a coincidence. Valkyrie in his apartment, the cabbie, Bespoke being at the hospital just when they were--the only priest he actually knew showing up just after Solomon had received a teddy-bear from ... from Someone ...

Solomon's stare of pure disbelief and, once again, something approaching panic was broken by a rather hysterical laugh. It was the sort that took up his whole body, which made his knee jolt, which cut through the hysteria quite nicely even through the dim haze of the drugs.

Take a breath, Solomon.

The sorcerer did so, slowly and deeply, and closing his eyes to try and put that lurking knowledge in the back of his head a bit further back. "That would be preferable," he managed to say, and even then there were sharp edges in his voice, things which indicated he was this close to a breakdown. He seized on the opportunity for an explanation to try and stave it off. "They were watching my apartment, apparently. I don't think they'd realised what had happened until someone overheard me talking to my former student. Now they do."

And Skulduggery Pleasant had been there, because Solomon had not dreamed the fight last night--he was fairly sure--

"They've already sent someone here to the hospital. Luckily there was someone ... invested in my survival ... nearby."