Walk through and don't stop. Halle nodded, still watching the rift, the way it seemed to glow with fluctuating energy. She could see the spirits moving around them, half-see the activity beyond the Veil itself. The level of it was much more intense than a normal portal – it did rather seem to be pulling everything into it.
"Gross," she commented, her nose wrinkled at his description. But her hand slid into Ghede's without any further hesitation. He felt right to her – the spirit part of her, that is. Trust came easily after that. A couple of moments later, they were stepping through the just-as-gross-feeling-as-she-thought rift, into the shifting time of it. It was uncomfortable and weird, entirely unpleasant to her, but then they were through. The apartment building was gone, replaced by the hulking, dilapidated structure of the State Hospital.
And where the apartment had hummed with activity, the asylum practically sparked with it, almost alive with malice and pain and a deep, grating sense of hopelessness.