It was interesting, and a little perplexing, too. Lloyd had expected to have to race to catch up, but when he stepped off the warp pad, the others were still with him, in the same room they'd made it to two nights back. The brunette frowned as he thought about it, trying to figure out what could explain why the warp pad had "saved" their progress from one night, but not Castiel's and Kratos's from the next.

"Maybe it's because I'm with you," he hazarded a guess. "I didn't make it as far." His eyes swept the room for any sign of a threat, but it was empty. The only other thing in the room besides them was the metal door and the conveyor belt - which, to be honest, was ominous threat enough. "Or maybe it's because this is where we got the keys." It would make sense if the keys were meant to be used to get back to this room.

Though he hadn't be through this exact routine before, Lloyd quickly copied Kratos and Castiel in taking off in taking off his utility belt, placing it and his sword on the conveyor. For good measure, he emptied his pockets out, too. Better to be safe than sorry, he figured. Feeling vulnerable, but confident, he stepped through the door.

Or tried to. It should have gone smoothly. He'd taken every bit of metal off.

Every bit of metal but the Key Crest on his hand, a fake, but still similar enough to something he'd worn so long that he'd forgotten its presence, forgotten what it was.

Electricity arced, and Lloyd's strangled cry was cut short when every muscle in his body seized up in shock, sending him staggering, toppling to the floor. "Augh-!"