...Right. Sorry, no one does magic where I'm from. Or if they do, it's nothing I know about, and I've never read stories about anything like that.

[Oh, right. Freddie starts looking around, looking for somewhere to go, panic starting to return.]

Oh, geez. I need to-- I need somewhere to go. [Maybe there's a way into this building he'd been huddles against.]

Um, thanks. I mean it. Maybe now I won't die quite so fast.