( Considering everything, slipping out of their homes in the wee hours of the morning (he notes when they meet up, the milkman has already been by, he's fairly sure that person is in on something around here) to head toward the school is not the worst idea of the moment. His home's poltergeist seemed practically giddy when he left, if by giddy the worst thing the poltergeist had done was tinker with the kettle and happily written living island on some liberally poured out salt.

Good to know it wasn't a deterrent, and at least someone was pleased with present momentum. )

I have a feeling we're going to be in the later wave of people looking in down there. If we're lucky, the what... how many went missing?

( He glances to Huaisang, pulling his black coat close. )

Over a handful, was it as many as two?