Leon caught himself just in time. You know where home is. Go there. Stop being the person who walks through random portals and then complains about getting fucked over by some powerful entity.
He had learned his lesson all too well; he was not going to fall for these traps ever again.
It almost got him just now; he released a sigh of relief.
He identified the correct portal through his spatial awareness—its signature was distinct and clean once he was actively reading it rather than browsing—and moved toward it with the clear intention of stepping through and not doing anything else.
Two figures appeared directly in front of him.
The small girl and the small boy, floating at eye level with the positioning of people who had made a decision and acted on it before the second-guessing could catch up. Their voices came out overlapping, urgent, carrying the quality of something that had been building pressure and had just found the moment to release it.
"Wait—"
