The portal closed, almost like the person who opened it had gathered it might be disorientating to be around. It probably wasn't a good show of trust having an escape route kept open, considering that there were no longer any weapons drawn.
"Not directly or on purpose. This is now happening all on its own," Stephen replied, choosing his words with the same care that he would, telling a family that their loved one wasn't going to pull through. "Some have a worse experience than others. I've been through the same thing and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. There's a few of this that have. We're now on a hidden network, which I'm going to give you access to."
When it first happened to him, Stephen remembered that it left him and then Wong reeling and scrambling to find out what and why. What answers they found weren't at all reassuring, especially when they traced the first tiny cracks back to a point of origin.
"As for what I need you for? Ay, there's the rub. This universe isn't revealing all its secrets to me or anyone else." He frowned, deep in thought. "My best guess is it's trying to let you know that the streets do need cleaned. And that you have a greater purpose in the not-so-grand scheme of things."