Reaffirmed. The go-ahead to try and do...this. Whatever this is.

So Tom tries again, flexing a muscle he can't quite remember how to move as reality stutters again. Skips. Blinks. He feels like he can move the thing, maybe, to try and pluck it from its current position and move it away. This, unfortunately, does not work.

What DOES work is the mark his currently-latent powers carry, as he tries to aim them at the goo.

The pure darkness at the bottom of a deep lake is very, very cold.