He locked the door to his room. He retrieved his staff from the corner where he kept it, and knew just what to do. He searched in a drawer for something - he had put it inside one of his books: the piece of paper bearing the design of the summoning circle that Val had given to him. Feverishly, Adrien drew the circle - his eyes half-seeing behind his tears, his throat clenched; he guided the staff with unsteady hands, driven by the weight of his pain. One name appeared against his lips; it shone like the sun - it scorched him; "Val", he cried, "Val -- Val -- I need you".