"I'm not sure where they came from," he answered honestly, "but Dep— well, my last roommate and I— we used one to make a quick getaway one night. It felt like the floor came out from under us, and then we were outside, far away from the Institute."

His eyes trailed down to the ring in his hand, his brow furrowing as he tried not to think too hard on the fact that Depth Charge was gone, that he hadn't been able to find him and help him, that he might not get the chance to do so if he changed again. "After you break it, you can fix it again, and it'll return you to wherever you did. At least that's what I've heard. I did that last night by cutting my finger and rubbing it on the stone, thinking that if I found you, I could bring us back here. Didn't do me much good, now did it?"

He smiled, mostly out of reflex rather than out of actual emotion; it was a safeguard for him, a mask that hid how scared he was about what might happen once the night began.

"I don't know how it works, or if it'll be of any use to you, but please take it."