Jacob can't really comment on how exactly telephones or telegraphs work, never having used the originals. But that was how it had been explained to him and it had stuck.

Charles will be pleased. Arthur was a good friend, one that he had mentioned before, almost every time he'd spoken about his time before the City. He needs someone here, someone who understands.

Better than Jacob, who wasn't there, who was never hunted or chased over a continent. Better than Jacob who has always been free to go where he liked and hardly ever felt fear.

"He's on his way." He says after a moment, once a couple of messages are exchanged.