"It's good you're both," the man said, moving into visibility again, this time limb by limb, leg then arm then torso then a head to fit the teeth into. It was best not to look where the joints joined absolutely nothing at all during the process. "I'm Rick. Or near enough for the present, anyway." He had stopped at the landing. There was a lot of noise above, but none he concerned himself with. "This is where you're on your own, as long as you remember where you're going." Long, slow grin. "And who you are."