There is magic. Yes--good--but that doesn't answer a lot of his questions. Zane's not even sure he wants them answered, though--he's spent so long just riding the waves, letting the tides take him in and out, why stop now? He's here, Alan's here, the Other is skulking and scurrying around the shadows, and there is a girl with a familliar lilt to her words that makes Tom feel right at home. Best to let it be. Best to just go with the flow.

"Can you sense the power?" He asks, for once not being vague. His lips turn into a half-frown.

"I can't at all."