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After everything that's happened, discovering d'Artagnan and Constance's homes both empty had been like a punch to the gut. Of course, after what happened with Aramis, they couldn't just assume them gone. Maybe they had received their own memories, maybe they had been taken, too. Except, days later and they've checked every single place, even the basements and they're not there. Neither are their things and their phones keep going to some strange message.

Now, it's time to accept it, he thinks. He's got soup on the table and Aramis at his side, just waiting for Athos to come home so that they can have the conversation they've been putting off for ages.

That their friends are gone.

That they're alone in this, the three of them.