He remembered the pull, all right. And he recognized the draining effect of the rising son, sucking all the energy from him until the slightest movement felt like a year's worth of effort. It took Raphael a moment to get up off the ground. Never mind the indignity of arriving here in his sleep clothes, though at least he had been up late in the library and so was wearing proper pants.

His thoughts weren't far off from Amy's upon arrival- the immediate location of his daughter. Who cared where and when he was, if Amy was parted from him?

"Amy?" he yelled. His eyes were starting to glow in the sunrise. "Amy!"