Turkish Stringfellow returned to his meditation, a small flowerpot in front of him, seemingly unmindful of the changes in the weather.
Turkish extended his senses out over the immediate area, searching, searching, but for what he did not know. The wind suddenly began to pick up blowing harsher by the moment. Still Turkish sat in his meditative state. The small flowerpot began to sway in the breeze, back and forth, forth and back, until it began to fall over. . .then stopped moments from spilling its contents out onto the rooftop, and righted itself, remaining in a fixed position. Stringfellow smiled pleasantly to himself.
Static began to fill the air. Turkish's eyes opened wide. The event horizon of a miniature black hole appeared in front of him. He lifted his head as a slight "boom" filled his ears. And a familiar face peered out from inside of a swirling spatial wormhole.
"Stringfellow! About time! Come on, we don't have much time!"
Turkish looked agape at the young female faced framed in short, blond hair. "Z. . ." he said, as all his memories flooded back to him in an instant.
"Yes, Stringfellow, now hurry!"
"But, Z, I have yet to-"
"No time, let's go!"
"Very well, Z."
Grimm stepped out onto the roof in time to see Turkish vanish into the wormhole, which immediately collapsed afterward. Anoher small "boom" and everything was silent. The wind was gone as well.
"Hmm. Guess he has other plans." He muttered, to no one in particular.
