Layland watched Cian stand, then stood up himself a second later. He grit his teeth at the insult to his scientist nature, but Cian was right. One test result was not viable for an experiment. A series of observations were needed. He told himself that was the reason that he was about to go along with this. Not because he found himself curious.

"I accept your logic. Can you prove it to me in the parking lot behind the administration building. It would be abandoned at this time of day." He checked his watch. Indeed, the offices had closed an hour ago. He looked into Cian's tired eyes with a hint of challenge in his own. Maybe he wanted to be proven wrong, but he didn't think so. He just wanted to understand how Cian did what he did. Maybe the 'magic' was science after all, just something no one understood yet.