"The four of you begin to proceed down the hallway when everything stops. Your vision swims, and the world melts away beneath you. As everything fades to white, you hear the voice again...
'Not yet...' "
"There is a long silence, and yet there is so much noise in your head. Several minutes pass when a male voice, haggard and raspy with age, cuts through the ambient chatter.
'Are you two awake? Ah, no. Still reeling from the trip, I suspect. No matter. You can still hear me perfectly, can't you? Good.'
'I am Deyn, Ward of the Westward Star, Keeper and Steward of the Astrological and Divine Lore, etc, etc. I'm sure you're familiar with my titles. At any rate, I do sincerely apologize for interrupting your... what shall we call it... conversation. It truly was fascinating to listen to, however that was not part of the plan... I'm afraid it had to be cut short. Technical matters, see? Couldn't let your M-P-Hs die, that would catastrophic for your real-world health.'
'Ah! Awake, are you? Good.'