Once on the other side, the effect is less daunting as he knows what to expect. Light floods the dim monotone space, and Tenn can instantly see that it is just like the room they left, down to the texture of material. It’s a very good copy. And still, he presses his lips together not to ask Eleven to smother the light. They stand out so much. If anyone else is here, they won’t be able to hide unless Tenn casts for inconspicuousness.

"Goliath? He’s a giant tortoise." Seeing as there are no other students with tortoises following them around, he explains further, still keeping his voice low; it’s unnaturally loud in this eerily silent place. "He’s not from the school, though. We met when I first arrived."

Tenn immediately turns to move deeper into the bathroom. It’s disconcerting with everything reversed, but he checks in the baths and stalls, just in case his tortoise dried out and decided to try the otherworldly water. When Tenn reports back, his tone is deliberately calm. "He’s not here."