The crow ruffles its feathers. "I hardly need to when you've made that decision yourself. Carry on, then. I've no doubt we'll meet again soon."

It seems like Eames is going in the same direction and Mogget's presence hasn't put him off. So it's high time he reported that back to the witches. So thinking, the crow takes flight, circling around to search for the nearest witch. They can't be too far.