For what it was worth, the blind hero could feel the shift in atmosphere and it caused his grip on his baton to tighten absently. He grit his teeth together, too, as an insatiable ringing began to flutter wildly through his ears. As quickly as it came, however, it escaped.
And then his ears filled with Rose's words.
He listened to her only barely, using his lessons to focus inwardly on what was happening them as well as to stay calm. Matt could hear the stress in Rose's words as she spoke to him. One of them needed to be able to think clearly.
And then Rose was gone.
It wasn't like she was yanked from him, she simply ceased to be.
Where his arm had been around her a moment before there was only empty space. But the sounds were familiar and the air. It reminded him of an apartment building.
Slowly he tapped the space beneath his now settled feet with his baton, finally able to get a view of the surroundings. It was some kind of a building. With doors and numbers...it was an apartment. Was it his old building?
His thought was broken by Rose's voice and he turned his entire body towards the sound. "Rose?" He called, unsure of how far apart they were at first. "Rose?" He called again, moving slowly in the direction he thought her voice had come from.