Apparently, he had been invited, more than a modest handful were going and were making an informative mission of it, and the teleportation machine was housed in his new workplace.

Out of senses of duty and spurring, morbid curiosity, he's come along - and between the television broadcast and the church catacombs, his nerves are a mess, but he's feeling productive. If dead paranoid; the occasional voice is too loud, sounds as if it's saying something which it isn't -- another reason to stick within tracking distance of familiar voices and names or epithets.

Or aim to, it seems he's lost track for a moment -


"Uh -- excuse me, have you seen..."