"A honk?" the Ranger wondered, reassessing his earlier notion that Ingeld was merely an illusionist. "Cole, look to see if she has wings.""Nope." he told the Ranger. "I don't see any wings. Just her, her gown, and her doll."
"Check her doll," Hank responded as if knowing what to look for. "Does it seem to have anything missing, or any rips, or tears?"
"Let me check." the Mentalist replied. When Cole moved closer to the girl she squirmed not giving him the chance to get a good look at her 'Angel-baby.' However, since Ingeld was holding her doll so she could look at its face, Cole saw the doll's back and noticed loosened threads and two small rips. "Yeah, there seems to be something torn on off of it's back. Why?"
During his time in the Realm, the Ranger had learned of many of its inhabitants, including Ingeld's kind. Putting the last pieces of the puzzle together, Hank told the others what Ingeld really was. "She's not an Illusionist, Ingeld is a swanmay, Cole. For some reason, Venger must have stole her wings and has taken her prisoner. Don't worry, Ingeld we'll get them back for you and get you out of here, I promise."