Rassilon had asked, not long ago, if he mightn't take a look at that amulet that Jeff had taken off of Soze, the one that had allowed their minds to connect, however briefly, despite any and all mental shielding. A gift from a daemon, the others had said. Now, Rassilon had no truck with the supernatural, but he did know from otherdimensional beings and the kind of shenanigans they pulled, and he figured he'd feel a lot safer after he put the thing through a full analysis.

So he sat waiting patiently, now, in his laboratory, a place filled with machines whose purpose most other people could only guess at.