TOO LATE (and way too far gone, in Faust's case). He may have noted the change in her appearance, but let it never be said that he didn't have follow-through.

The clinic was close to the Thames, and what better place for a nasty, screaming bottle of fae than the river? It was almost poetic in a way, like casting a message out to sea in hopes of an answer. Maybe it would flow west -- all the way west, to the North Sea! Maybe he'd get an answer in the form of another screaming bottle!

With a cry of his own, half-scream, half-roar, he heaved the bottle into the river (not without getting some stares).