The words hit him like a sledgehammer. How was that possible? Oh, but it was. A demon could transport through realms. A once-human mercenary/assassin knew how to hide in the real world, knew how to go undetected. But given the bond, how could he have managed to slip out undetected? Jasaiah slid away from the doctor, leaving Ryan to ask the questions. In truth, his rage was so thick it was almost palatable, and he was liable to strip the flesh off the doctor's ones before they got any answers. No. Patience was needed. It took all he could to help Ryan put the doctor in a chair and not ring his scrawny old neck. His lips curled in disgust. "I suggest you mind your tongue," he hissed. "Who we are and where we come from is none of your concerns. You will answer my comrade's questions or the consequences will be most severe."<br/><br/>The look in Jasaiah's eyes wasn't human. But then, neither was he, and no pleading or begging from Ryan would stop him if the doctor did or said anything. "And if you believe for one moment I have any sympathy for you, I do not." As it was he quickly rummaged through the other's clothing, being surprisingly gentle. No, he wouldn't hurt him unless provoked. If there was an panic buttons of any sort he discarded them swiftly. "So I will repeat what he asked. Tell us what happened, what you know."<br/><br/>Though he was listening aptly, he pulled out the powder and put some in his palm. Murmuring an incantation, the powder began to illuminate, and he began to sprinkle it around the room. "Doko ni iru no, anata?" he whispered in Japanese. The powder began to illuminate tracks. Pacing footsteps, a trail that lead to other rooms. It would last until he murmured another incantation, so he glanced over at the Doctor.<br/><br/>(Where are you, my love?)