"That's clever," he says, peering at the footprints with professional interest. He could do that, maybe -- or he would have been able to ten years ago but he knows he's missing something now. Maybe something similar, though. He'll ask her later how she did it, now is not the time to be swapping spells and comparing magic.

Tucking his blazer under his arm, Wolfgang hauls himself to his feet and considers in which direction the footprints are leading. Mostly the same way, towards the train stop -- which makes sense, he would have taken it to get anywhere. They won't split off significantly until they get to another El stop, likely.

"Do we split up," the look he gives her there is significant, like yes I know that's pretty much a horror movie cliche, "or go together?" They can do this twice as fast if they split up but if one of them runs into trouble, that means they're completely on their own in dealing with it -- and they have no idea how powerful whatever is behind this is, but either way, two witches are better than one. He would rather err on the side of caution, but he's also thinking that they have no idea if someone else is, as they speak, making that same staccato walk towards that cliff, those holes, and it kills him to know that someone might be getting hurt because they're not fast enough.

Too many variables.