Events and places visited
Vince felt a sharp spasm, then his flesh began to crawl upward, as if just the surface of his body was experiencing a slack in gravity. It wasn't a hallucination, or tracers, but Vincent was definitely leaving an imprint of himself with every motion. Still connected to his movements, he knew that Lyn had smoothed her way under his nerves. Passed all that, she was inside, and he tried to shrug away. "Don't be like that," She spoke softly.