It was sometime after dawn when Blank silently made his way in to Reeve's nursery, doing his best not to wake him or anyone else. When he approached the side of the crib, there was a rush of emotions that nearly overcame him. He stood there watching his son sleep peacefully for a few moments before his attention turned towards the baby bag. The mage quickly gathered what he needed then returned back to Reeve.
"Alright, Reeve, are you ready?" The father spoke softly as the baby slept soundly. Blank carefully picked up his son, doing his best to make sure he did not stir. "Let's go."
Blank silently made his way through the hallways of Little Asgard until he got out and into Wheel 1. He stopped a several apartments away and concentrated for a moment. There you are. Holding his son close, he made his way in to Wheel 2.