"I can--" Gabe began before stopping. Could he fly Skul elsewhere? He'd been able to make it from the cliff to the city, but the Faceless Ones hadn't been so active, nor crowded. In his state, the Archangel suddenly wasn't sure that he'd be able to fly between them at all--not without them knowing he was there.

So it would probably be prudent for Skul to have that arm, and the Archangel nodded reluctantly. "It doesn't have to work that way for me, Skul," he said. "How do you think I found you? The rosary belongs to Landel's reality, not either of ours. I just need to know which tune to sing. Someone you know well would do. Their given name, if I may, but if not then some details regarding their relationship to you would--"

Once more the Archangel cut off, but this time it was the screech that did it, and he whipped around in time to see the creature vanishing over the rooftops. Had it seen him? If so--

Almost at once there came a convergence of whispers from the Faceless Ones, enough to make Gabriel's wards vibrate and his temples throb; he paled, leaning back against the wall and pressing the heel of his palm to his head. He spoke shakily. "I think we should go now. Where was the portal, Skul?"