"How long have we done this, Jaelle?" He asked her with a sardonic wit, unable to keep himself from examining the phantasmal image before him. Oddly enough, the message written on the corpse was now something entirely different than what he had initially read. Either it was meant for physical eyes only and he saw the true message, or it was something to merely throw them off. All he could tell was it was in a language he couldn't quite decipher, which was rare for him. He would look through his books later and see if he could get a grasp of the etchings, but for now he had to leave the mystery lying. "Don't you know I always have a plan?"

"The others will come back soon, but we'll go to them first." He explained, holding his hands out for patience at her curious look. "I know Sherlock Holmes was a bit after your time, but I thought you watched the Robert Downey Jr. one on Netflix a few weeks ago. We need to study every possible angle of this man's body to find out what was the cause of his demise. Though this is for later, mostly. Right now I merely wanted to make a get-away in case we needed it."   

He stepped into his office and grabbed his personal grimoire, flipping open the pages to twelve seven, understanding suddenly sparkling in his mesmerizing eyes. It was a very small ritual, easy to complete as long as he had already made a mark at the desired location. Stepping back, he placed his body right under the doorframe to his office and gave a quick series of arcane syllables, intoned in a delectable, aqueous fashion from his silken voice. 

A visible blur began to materialize in the doorframe, coming alive as soon as he stepped out of the doorway himself. Mal looked at his handiwork with a grin, grabbing his staff. In front of he and Jaelle was an image of the Gas Station Primrose had iterated the importance of. While Jaelle was in the staff, Mal had driven by the Gas Station and left a small arcane marker, connecting the location to wherever his destination would be, i.e. the office.

Placing his sunglasses back on, he tapped the staff twice. "You might want to hop back into the stone. There's no real telling how a spirit will fare going through an extrardimensional portal." Mal usually called it a 'Realm Spanning' portal, but Jaelle had grown quite fond of modern popular culture. The sci fi name for something that was fairly synonymous with his own meaning would probably grab her attention more. 

Once she joined him, he held his breath and stepped through the doorway. For the briefest, smallest moment, he felt what the Aesir must have felt when traversing the nine realms of ygdrassil. Pure, insane chaos of unfathomable knowledge and physics men nor any physical being could ever conceptualize assailed his senses, burning into his every pore until he stepped lightly out into the shade behind the gas station. To someone new it would be an overwhelming experience, but to Mal it was like flossing. You didn't like it, but it wasn't too bad after a few times. 

"You can come out, just don't be too tangible." He told her, turning the staff into a pen and placing it in his pocket. 
[@Atalanta]