It took a moment for anything Chloe was doing or saying to really sink in, fixated as Martin was on the way ahead. His chest ached and head buzzed with the frustration of nothing familiar waiting for him, but what did he expect? An easy way back home?

I was just. There...

The plucking and prying at his fingers was what drew him more than anything, hand reflexively tightening against it. He swung his head around, eyes wide and almost accusing of some mystery offense. This is my memory, she was saying throughout; his expression clouded with confusion. That doesn't make any sense. Something was wrong with her.

"No, we," he sucked in a breath, leaning forward before pushing into motion, pulling her. "We need to leave. Or, I'll...Get you out. Clean them out. Fix whatever's..." He made a frazzled, nasally sound, shaking his head quickly. Too many things clashing in his head at once. "Just. Come on!"