[ five stops, raises his brows, and gives john quite the pointed look. ] Head on. Impulsive.

You're lucky the entire floor didn't collapse. [ five can reliably guarantee his descriptions will never be all that flattering. sorry, john. ]

Spatial displacement and time travel. [ is rattled off, conversationally, as he crouches down to inspect the floor opening more. there really...didn't seem like there would be a lot of evidence here, in the first place.

the idea itself gets nothing more than a shrug, though there's open curiosity to his expression now. ] Yeah, some sort of Mass Exodus is sounding more and more likely.

You need anything for that spell?