The man looks innocent enough, but while he has no talent for it himself, Kell knows how easily others may lie. Still, he feels nothing from him that would stop him from travelling between worlds.

"As Travars," he says again, recalling when he'd pleaded with Red London to let him in when he'd stood bleeding in Gray, wounded and desperate. "Please," he adds in a quiet voice, but the wall remains as firm as ever, and Kell staggers back.

Again the man's words filter back to him. Not where you were planning to arrive. Kell turns, regarding the stranger again. "You know what's happening, even if you haven't done it yourself. Tell me."