Rupert laughed. "No, although I suppose if you wanted to celebrate it early we can." Giles' three sweaters, along with the one hoodie they'd collected from Davan, were sitting in a metal box in the middle of the cloth, and there was another empty circle on the other side of it. "I need your help, Ethan. Most of the divination spells that I can find are not nearly powerful enough to work on something like this, so I thought that you and I could make our own magic." The way we used to hovered on the tip of his tongue, but he figured Ethan was thinking it anyway. "And frankly, I'm not keen on trying to do this alone, given some of the power fluctuations that have been going on lately. And you're the only one who knows how to handle whatever we come up against."