There's magic on my world. I've never heard of it doing anything like this, but some similar phenomenon is my best guess. [ that's a weak answer for 'how' and doesn't even begin to touch 'why.' ] I've no memory of how I got here though, and absolutely no idea why.

[ he meanders his way toward the low pulse that's pulling him. he can feel the tension start to rise in him, a mix of anticipation and small bit of bile that tends to accompany any job. however, the stakes feel higher this time. he has no idea what he expects to find -- if anything.

that isn't entirely true. he's holding out for some clue that Fran is okay, or better yet, that she's here. ]