Yeah, you never knew how you got somewhere. Fucking island. He glanced up, glaring at the spire that hovered over the city. Mitchell huffed, his eyes wandered back to the blue cord. At least, someone decent (read: not Cutler) was on the other side of it. "It binds us together. It can pass through things but not people. There's no way of getting rid of it but it comes off after a few days." He seriously had more important things to do than being stuck to someone.