Lock used his tail to scoop up another balloon. He reached behind his back to retrieve it. Lillith's gaze bore into his as he slowly realized there wasn't really a way to explain this...so he didn't.

"Water balloons. Isn't it obvious?"

Lock smirked, but only to hide his dawning horror that there was only one way to worm out of this with Lillith being none the wiser as to what he was [i]really[/i] up to. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You'll forgive me later."

He took a breath and smashed the water balloon on her head, before he dove from the crypt. Lock mitigated the easiest way for the fog to influence him, but the resulting splash and mist still seeped into his bare skin. Worse, he felt his thoughts fade as he tried to retain the most important parts of the prank. He saw an orange blob on top of a metal cage heading this way, and only briefly registered Carver coming for him before that thought too faded away. In the seconds it took to take effect, he'd only managed to run a few feet before his mind completely went into a haze.

When it cleared again, Lock saw he was standing in the cemetery. How did he get [i]here[/i]? [I]When[/i] did he get here? Much like walking into a room and forgetting why you entered to begin with, Lock quickly looked around to retrace his steps. He turned and saw Lillith. A date, then? That couldn't be right, Carmilla was here too. Also, why were they both wet? Lock's tail flicked in confusion, before he shook his head. No matter. He was happy enough to see his girlfriend, and went to her.