Margo looked over at Eliot. In their vacation they decided to take a trip around the world. They visited all sorts of places, had sex with everyone, and got high at all the parties. Margo looked at Eliot and saw him moping around. Margo hoped these pleasures would help him recover, but he seemed to do it methodically. Margo decided he needed more help than that. Margo laid on a couch in an amazing villa in the Italian countryside. Eliot, high as a kite, had his head on her lap and looked up at her. Eliot started to talk. "Have I ever told you about my life before Brakebills?"
Margo was surprised. She was close to Eliot, like a sister, but she never talked about his family. It was almost taboo. "No."
Eliot seemed like he was on the verge of tears. "I loved my family, but my father was so demanding and one day I just couldn't. I had to get out so I left Gotham, went to New York and found Brakebills."
Margo nodded. It was then Margo had an epiphany. Eliot lost someone he was extremely close to. Maybe he needed to reconnect with his old family.
A few days later, one Margo Hansen was driving a Ferrari into Gotham with a hungover Eliot in the backseat. As Eliot came to consciousness, he started to gag. Margo looked over at Eliot and said, "I stole this car 30 minutes ago, if you throw up-"
Eliot violently vomited in the car. Margo looked at Eliot. "What the fuck!"
Eliot looked up at Margo, "Bambi, can you clone yourself?"
Margo looked at Eliot and muttered, "Fuck, this is bad."
As this was 3:00 AM and they were driving a stolen car in Gotham with an open top, and openly exclaimed they stole it, a dark figure appeared in front of Margo. Margo barely saw him in time. "Oh fuck!"