Dyllan landed with a thud in one of the more damaged train stations, and quickly began hunting for anything that could clue him in to the root of Andie’s problems. If the previous two awakenings had been any indication, they’d actually need to talk through Andie’s issues - and Dyllan was sorely lacking in insightful advice for her emotional baggage. Unsurprising, since he didn’t even know what her emotional baggage was. Hell, up until today, he wasn’t sure Andie even had any.

“How goes the search?” Cedric - or perhaps just one of his illusions - apparated behind Dyllan.

“Not great.” Dyllan shifted aside a piece of rubble to reveal… the floor beneath it. Honestly, he didn’t know what he expected. “How ‘bout you? Any leads?”

“No.” Cedric raised an eyebrow with a hopeful curiosity. “But I take it you have?”

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“Why would you take that?”

“Because unless one found something particularly noteworthy, one would usually start their hunt for clues down below.” Cedric paused briefly. “…and I know you haven’t already checked down there, because you haven’t had enough time to even give a cursory examination to that whole mess.”

Dyllan froze in the middle of digging through the rubble. “…mess?” He turned to give Cedric a quizzical look. “What whole mess? Is there a particularly trashed station or something?”

“What? No, the -” Cedric seemed genuinely confused by Dyllan’s confusion. “The… huge fuckoff breached… containment chamber?”

Dyllan’s brain stalled for a moment, failing to choose between “the breached what” and the “what containment chamber” before his mouth started moving - resulting in a spluttered “the chamber containment breached what chamber?”

Cedric politely ignored Dyllan’s word soup and simply pointed down over the edge of the station.