Good. The puppet still remembered to be properly obedient. Not that he would have had the slightest compunction in dragging it bodily through the portal if need be - a doll could always be repaired if it broke - but the less effort he had to put into it the better.

The portal opened out into the cold sterility that was characteristic to all of the more secret places the Organization haunted. A much more suitable place for things that ought to be kept at least marginally secret, although if it hadn't been for the fact that he didn't wish anyone to accidentally overhear he wouldn't have even bothered to bring the puppet here. There was a brief moment of calculated silence, and then he let go of the arm he'd been holding. There wasn't anywhere much it could try running to now; nowhere that he wouldn't be able to follow.

"Give me your journal," he spoke into the silence, holding out a hand.