The goo shivers and writhes on Darling's wrist as the man aims his powers at it, as though protesting his attempts at destroying it. But then it stops. Just for a moment, before squirming frantically.

It moves onto Darling's hand, looping around his palm, weaving around his fingers in some futile attempt to escape before it comes to a halt. And freezes. And finally, shatters.

Darling shakes his hand quickly, watching the black dust fall from it, and clears his throat a little as he sits up. "Thank you for that, Tom."

And then he blinks, finally looking at his companion again. "That is your name isn't it? Tom. Tom Zane. We've met."