Lindsay looked between Jordan and Rocky, before sighing lightly.

"Yeah, sure." he replied.

Ash then popped his head out the door, and noticed their Aunt.

"Oh, hey Aunt Rocky." he greeted her.

"Yeah, she was just here to tell me something to pass on, and was about to skedaddle quickly." Lindsay commented.

"Aw." Ash muttered. "That's no fun." he said, pausing a moment.

"...and a little on the worrying side." he added.

Ash and Lindsay looked at Jordan as she frantically snapped away with the photos, before Ash spoke up.

"Okay, okay, okay." he said.

"Calm down with the trigger finger there, ace." he told her, as the woman disappeared fully, reappearing in her Salem home. When she looked around, she saw that Leo was still there... but mere seconds later, he 'came to'.

With a familiar startled yell.

"..." he was silent as he looked around, and saw Rocky there.

"Well, guess I don't need to write it." he muttered.

"Agent Sharp has been affected." he confirmed. "Far greater than the other 3."

"I know." Leo responded.

"And no, I DON'T know how to deal with this." he told her. "I don't even know what could have CAUSED this, so finding a counter for it would be... practically impossible." he lamented.

"However, I am going to Miss Syraene with this." he then assured her further.

"She might have some ideas, she might not... but she needs to know." he reasoned, shaking his head.

"Anyway, are you all right?" he asked. "You look a little... I dunno, out of sorts..." he commented.

"Then again, not surprising, considering what all you and I have just learned." he then admitted with a small sigh.

Leo nodded along with what she said, before pausing.

"...wait, what?" he asked.

"Flash? Camera?" he asked further, clearly a bit confused.

"I admit, that is... NOT something I expected to hear about you visiting Ash and Lindsay..." he continued.

"What... happened?" he inquired.

"Like, can you elaborate on that?"

Leo raised an eyebrow.

"...huh." he muttered.

"If I recall correctly, she was having dreams about getting a new camera or something, since her old one was dying or dead." he commented. "Guess she finally got it." he shrugged.

"Anyway, yeah, we got BIG problems." he mumbled.

"I need to report to Miss Syraene, and YOU need to hide away." he told her.

"Because if things continue going the way this seems to be going, this world is going to go to hell. Fast."

Leo just nodded slowly in response.

"I know." he said. "I have no intentions of that happening." he told her.

He then paused again, scratching at his chin.

"Also, I'd say you have another 2 hours to get what you need from your home." he reported. "The stuff I used to knock out Vincent and Rowena will last for a bit." he reasoned.

"So yeah, use that time wisely." he warned.

"Make sure you snag what you need, so you don't have to go back there for a good long while, potentially."

He was silent for another moment, before grabbing the rest of the tea he had left, drinking it rather hastily, and then making his way to the kitchen. He gave the mug a quick clean and a rinse before putting it in the drying rack, sighing, and disappearing from where he was. He appeared back in his home in Egypt, made his way to the couch, sat down in it, and 'left', knowing Nakia would know what was happening.

He then found himself in what looked to be a cross between an office building, and an ivory temple. It was weird to behold, but... the creator had odd tastes. He quickly made his way to a room in specific, where he saw it was rather... crowded. People were all trying to say something, while a dark-skinned elf was sitting behind the deck in the back, looking quite unimpressed and frazzled.

Leo gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and then unclenched one of them, bringing his fingers together by the tips, making a circle, and bringing it to his mouth. Once he did, he let out a whistle that was shrill enough to calm EVERYONE down. Quickly.

"Everyone. I need to speak with Miss Syraene. NOW." Leo told them, everyone seeing a seriousness and command in his demeanour that was... honestly never seen.

"If you refuse, I hereby invoke my right as second-in-command to have an emergency meeting with the head of the Order, no matter the circumstances." he added, flexing a power he had that... he had never used before.

Leo paused for a moment, before closing the door behind him, and nodding.

"I am." he responded, stepping forward, closer to her now.

"And the fact that you're asking about souls in specific... or... rather, that you were able to specifically assume why I am here... means that this is not something that just the people I checked are going through." he lamented.

"Who." Syraene practically demanded.

"..." Leo was silent for a split-second, biting his lip slightly. He knew she wouldn't want to hear this, but he had to.

"Vincent Remmington. Hollie Remmington. Rowena Fyrane. Hal Sharp." he listed off, succinctly and informatively.

Leo nodded in response.

"I shall do so right now." he told her, before pausing.

"And when I get back, I have some more info about those affected." he then said. "Something I noticed when I was checking up on them." he said further, but then sighed.

"However, I'll tell you AFTER checking on those you've told me to." he stressed.

"I assume you'll be remaining here for the time being?" he then asked.

Leo paused again, and nodded.

"Right." he replied.

"Well, as I'm sure you've noticed, souls have been being... taken. Piece by piece." he told her. Syraene just looked unimpressed, as he was not telling her anything new. "And it seems like it's random. No souls are missing the same collection of pieces as another." he went on.

"...but I've noticed that, in all the souls I've checked, they're always missing one piece. And it's the one piece missing that they all share." he continued.

"And it seems to be the piece where things like... oh, how do I put it...?" he wondered. "Critical thinking? Wariness?" he said further.

"Basically, with that little piece gone, the victims are a lot more likely to just let something slide."