Panic started to settle, tightening his muscles and heightening the desperation in his voice. "The Masked! We have to get out of here, please, if we don't..." The sights, sounds and scents of the Oblivion Crisis looming over the horizon, threatening all the people Martin cared for in this realm. "Please! We can't stay here! They're on their way!" He doesn't want to shove this child out of the door's frame, but he will if he must, legs bent, ready to tackle if he doesn't move.