Issac could only wish that Catherine would be so chummy with him, but connected into her thoughts, he knew she was taking on the whispers of the past events. One day. One day, he would have liked to see her smile like that. Issac might not have been very 'black is bad, white is good'-type of person, but he enjoyed when people smiled- no matter what it was that made them do so.
Laughing at Ana's remark, his foggy gaze winked toward her. "Told you, didn't I. You all thought I was off in my own space."
His grin spread when Cat called Callum, Toto. It made his night like she would never know. "Shh, you'll break our cover as soldiers." Helping everyone down the yellow stairs, Issac was the dapper man with two girls on his arms. Well, one on his arm and one following close behind as an amazing bodyguard.
At the bottom of the stairs, boxes piled high around the oddly spacious celler. The original bar from the speakeasy sat intact at the other end, acting as a kind of break area for the employees. "So, where to Dorothy? Tinman?"
He gasped in a quick breath as pain struck through his body. A faded echo could be felt through their connected minds. Issac fell to his knees with a groan. The silver spark that Cat had witnessed upstairs under his foot still twisted around his ankle and floated off through the boxes. In the dim glow of amber lights, Ana would be able to see strange markings on certain tiles of the floor that lead in the same direction.