"Thank God." His shoulders shagged, relieved, "I woulda lost my shit if you'd lost Junior or anyone else." It seemed like none of his friends had lost their friends. Psychopump howled in agreement, floating down to check on Anthy herself. She was the chosen one after all.

He finally looked past her and noticed the... "What the fuck is this mess?" He approached it carefully, before trying to prod one of the belts with his foot.