*A muscle in his jaw twitches at that last word, but he doesn't react past that, he can't. He's got to see first before he'll believe it's even true, and words like that don't belong until he's got proof of the impossible. Rounding the bed again, he takes his wand and goes outside without another word, past the safety of the wards. It's a fine morning, flawless blue sky and the front garden a riot of color, but Frank sees none of it as he turns on the spot and vanishes, appearing an instant later in the corridor outside the flat.*