Alec took the flannel and balled it up so he could get as much of the fabric between two hands as he could. He pressed his hands together around the piece of clothing and closed his eyes, reaching out.

It was dark, just like it had been with Magnus, and it was hard to see anything. It was like pushing through thick, wet mud. Alec kept meeting resistance but he eventually saw the silhouette of what looked like Luke. He was alive, Alec could tell, but he wasn't moving much. There were nondescript walls surrounding him and then Alec was snapping back, snapping out of the trance and opening his eyes.

He took a few huge breaths and handed the flannel back to Reed. "He's alive but I can't -- I don't know where he is. He's somewhere though. He's not gone from the city."