[Solomon leans into Raine's embrace, arms folding around her as if he can warm himself adequately through her body-heat alone--as he always does, lately. He's still gripping the radio in one hand; it stays clenched in his grasp, resting by her shoulder.]

Not long. I'm feeling--incredibly sleepy.

[He can well believe that without the benefit of seeing his own soul, or the circle, he would have drifted away without the chance to say goodbye. And then never remembered. He rests his head on hers with a sigh, forcing his eyes open.]

My investigation notes should go to Pepper. There's some patterns in Dust and Lucid movement the police force would be interested in. And the rest of my research should go to Bakura--he won't have seen this circle.

[He hesitates for a moment.]

You may as well give it to Stark, as well. Maybe he can create a technological stop.

[Or reverse the process, if anyone wants to go home.]