He clocks it, though he can't place from where. London, perhaps, though not Thomas' part of town.

Thomas takes off his greatcoat of the British goddamn Discovery Service and drops it down to him. It's more for decoration on Thomas anyway.

But he doesn't think about that as he retreats, though he is deliberate to continue speaking loudly enough so he doesn't feel abandoned.

"You chose a terrible time to visit," he calls out, knowing full well that's not how it works. "We've had these odd quakes and - strange happenings."

He returns to the hole and drops a thin rope down.