Spectre came clattering down the stairs at Thomas' call. Flynn's home. He had been gone far too long, and they'd all been deathly worried. Seeing Quinn like that... it had broken Flynn, and understandably so. It was anyone's worst nightmare, and there was going to be no waking up from it for any of them.

He slowed when he saw how terrible Flynn looked. He hadn't expected the man to look great, but he'd clearly run into trouble. "Oh my goodness... Flynn, what happened?!"