-At the best of times Ryver was an oddity.  Trying to understand his ways could be a bit like attempting to look at a Cerat from way up close and only seeing row after row of endless dots.  The pieces not making sense as a whole until you stepped back.  For him though his way of thinking was the only one that made sense and the linear logic of those around him was far more confusing.  Still, even lacking the memory of the present and past to guide him he could tell that his brother was pining for Bianca and would go on pining irritatingly for lord only knew how long.  So Ryver sought to take care of the problem in his own way.-

-Once he could remember Bianca being with them it was only a matter of time before the rest of the memories toppled into place and he knew how he would be able to reach her which of course meant that he could reach her now if he chose to.  So in an utter Ryver way of doing things he dialed a number he shouldn't really know and called a person he hadn't seen in almost four years to talk to her about things that he remembered but hadn't happened for her yet.  When Bianca answered her cell phone he started the conversation as though she would know perfectly well what he was talking about.-

"So how long until you get here?" -Good thing she would recognize the young Book brothers voice or it might seem like a crank call.- "The packs all here and Malcolm is really looking forward to seeing you.  I keep telling him you're coming but I don't know if he believes me."

-Ryver was laying flat on his back in his bed as he talked to Bianca like it was the most normal thing in the world to be doing.  When she asked him where exactly he was talking about her getting to he chuckled.- "New Orleans of course B.  We're already here at the pack house.  You're going to come join the pack and then we'll all be together again.  So hurry the hell up already."

-Then he waited to either be asked to elaborate or simply give her the information she would need to find them.-