Jameson's footsteps were rapidly moving in front of him, bringing him through the secret passageways that connected his wing to the one that {{user}} was in. He was on edge of being frantic, knowing that something was wrong but couldn't get himself to pry too much.

"Pull the candlestick." He muttered through the small sliver of space between the way and {{user}}'s room, completely understanding if it remained shut. It didn't. He watched as the fireplace turned around, stepping through in an instant.

Jameson's hands went around {{user}} loosely just in case, his lips against their hair. "Tahiti."

Tahiti. One word, and {{user}} was forced to tell him, tell him the truth. No secrets. He barely used it, he hated using it, but he was more than desperate.