It's been... Jon couldn't tell how long he's been here. Hours? Days? Agents of The Stranger aren't exactly great at letting you know things. Or making it easy to find out. But for whatever length of time he's been here, he's been tied to an uncomfortable chair — still in Georgie's What The Ghost shirt —while Orsinov and its clowns monologues about how they're going to skin him alive. Typical experience for The Archivist, apparently. He just wished he would stop worrying Martin half to death every time he went missing for a month. Or preferably, survive this experience.

Orsinov finally left the room, leaving Jon alone in the dim, dingy warehouse they called a "secret hideout". He was getting nervous that The Circus would follow through in their threats.

Suddenly, he heard a sound that he knew all too well. A static that quickly lent itself to an echoey laugh, as well as the creak of a door that definitely was not there a minute ago. The Distortion.

As the tall, spindly figure came through the door and into his view, its laughter still resonating off the walls, Jon prepared himself for the worst.