Without another word, the smaller scientist bolted towards the restaurant at top speed, cackling maniacally all the while. The closer he got, the more he could taste this sweet, sweet--

[b]Thump![/b]

Wilson had fallen flat on his face! With an annoyed grumble, he’d somewhat rise to turn and growl at the cause. Something was tugging at his ankles -- [i]and that ‘something’ happened to be hands made of shadows[/i]. [color=9e0b0f]“O-oh, stars! Not again!”[/color] Somehow, [i]They[/i] had found him! So soon!? Gloved fingers pitifully scraped at the ground while those pesky mitts slowly began to drag poor Higgsbury towards an opening portal. [i]Dark, sinister, and constantly swirling[/i].

Halfway through, though, the panicking slowed to a halt. Why was he struggling? He [i]did[/i] want to go back to fetch his family after all, and this was the much easier route to return. Though he wasn’t too sure if They’d let him slip free from their realm again.

Oh well. He and his ragtag group will figure something out. He’ll just have to miss out on this spectacular taste for the better. And so, the small scientist sank through the gateway before it swiftly vanished.