So I've been keepin' an eye on the cabochon space we done discovered earlier, an' I noticed it's changin' up a little.

[There's a brief memory supplied then, of said changes: the sensation of another person in the room gets ignored completely in favour of the ring of windchimes in the air, that seems to get sharper when Kinji's attention turns to the lightning - but, oddly, they almost sound more like harpstrings; and there's a sense of motion underfoot that his fellow subspace divers will recognise as being a right bit faster than before.]

An' I'm wonderin' now if we can't do somethin' t'disrupt it. Cos whatever this is, Altaïr's readin' it as an enemy, it's where the Glatisant done spawned from, an' when some a' that lightnin' got loose it tore a hole in the world an' started spawnin' Nightmares. It ain't good.