"You can't be seriously…" Handy breathed, looking back at the other two, then up at the fishery around them. It would be safe just to leave them there. Jacques being closer, he lugged him out the door. He was still insensible from whatever had happened, and Handy couldn't get him to react. Next he dragged out Thorax, still in her disguise thankfully, and he propped both of them by the harbour wall. If nothing else, they wouldn't die if the building collapsed. He looked back up. Old magic, it had to be, but it felt wrong. But why now? A month of searching and nothing, but why now? Now, for some reason, the warlock made his move? Could it be Thunder was here after all, and the note he got regarding Manehatten was mistaken? He had to find out.