"A child?" Luka repeats back, turning to follow the direction of Gyre's now moving voice. He recalls the voice of the child he heard on day three, assuming they must be one in the same. "I met one too, when we went back forty years ago."

Luka begins following after Gyre, a few paces behind.

"I'd wager that kid is stronger than us. I probably couldn't do that to a floor."