[When she reaches the laboratory, the first thing she'll see is that Solomon is standing in the middle of it, dressed down to his waistcoat with his sleeves rolled up, as he frequently did as he worked. The odd thing about it is that he's standing in the middle of a ring of sigils--chalk and black ink, intertwined and hurriedly drawn. There's still chalk and ink on his fingers.

[And the circle seems to be leaking mist, blue and gold-threaded, which vanishes before it moves very far.

[Solomon's head turns toward Raine as soon as he hears her enter, his face tense. His eyes track something--unseen to Raine, visible to him. Usually he only pays attention to others' souls. But right now, he can see his own, wisping away from him as if it's being sucked into the fabric of a plane he can't see.

[And it's making him feel sleepy. In the time it took Raine to get here, he's started blinking rapidly, the way someone does when they're groggy. His voice comes very quiet.]

I'm slipping.