Michael is beginning to regret his safety-related suggestion because this is more of a person than he’s touched in ages. He thought being less worried about Wolfgang flying off into nothingness would keep him more focused but now he’s not sure which one would be less distracting. He’s got a tall blonde wizard wrapped around him now, though, so nothing left for it but to try.
“Alright, I’m… not really sure how my hearing works in there, but if you think you’re gonna die, yell or hit me or something.” PSA over with, he connects with the shadow on the wall again, and sure enough, both of them are pulled in to the strange midway point between here and the ever-changing there.
Michael’s consciousness of his physical body is extremely low when he does this. He knows there’s a temperature change but isn’t sure how extreme it is, can never remember what it smells like or which direction a sound came from. Time seems completely different, indescribable. And the weirdest is watching where he’s going.
Getting back to the Lower East Side with Wolfgang in tow takes a little longer than usual—between 20 and 30 seconds. He brings them out of the wall in an alley near his apartment complex after checking that no one’s around, and immediately turns to check on his (hopefully still living) traveling companion.