He could feel the instant the rune was complete. He still couldn't hear her over the barrage of words and phrases and images the hotel was shoving into his mind, but the horrid oozy greasy feeling was slicking away from him once again and his thoughts were his own again.
He grabbed at Bryn's shoulder during a brief moment of vertigo - no wonder the rune had knocked his dad for a loop, he thought. If this was how he'd felt after a few minutes... Fucking hell, Jack... Then he let go again when it settled.
"Fuck. Sorry. And thanks," he said, his voice as loud as he could make it (which wasn't very loud at all), and then coughed, tasting blood yet again. "Can't hear anything, hotel's screaming. And blocking everything."