He drives, and he talks, telling her that it's likely he'll be able to talk to her, in her mind. If nothing else, she can likely hear him as he talks, he's done some reading on comas. Extensively. Plane rides were quite boring without something to do. He wonders if she'd be surprised that he does his best to keep up with science, even though his existence is because of magic-science is still fascinating. He's seen theories and ideas from centuries, this is one of the best ages for easy research. Except when it came to obscure texts or magic, of course. He drives, for a few hours straight. He's glad he took that nap. It's been eight hours so far, of driving without stopping.
She's walking through her mind palace, it's easier somehow, to do it now. She's stuck in the room filled with her family. Jeremy is making bad jokes, and Caroline is laughing, Ric is laughing, it's warm. She doesn't know how long she's there until she hears a voice. The room is frozen, and she walks out, closing the door. She focuses on it. It's Elijah. Something about entering the city. She remembers that she has other things to work on. She's going to be here for a while.