[ Childermass is absolutely the sort to keep tabs. It's only a shame that Drawlight had been sent in his stead, or this would have-- well, no matter. What's done is done. ]

Let's leave the maze. [ He moves forward to grasp Strange by an arm this time, in hopes of turning him in the right direction and taking him, a tad bit forcibly, down the right path out of the mirror maze. Shoving magicians around, apparently a part of his job that he'll never be able to leave behind. ] And I mean that to you, you are still in Venice, up to God knows what, but to me? You've already been back to England.

[ And then gone again. ]