Shadwell hesitates, and then, at potential peril to Hel, thrusts his hand into hers.

Suddenly, he is overcome with the same feeling of discombobulation that had seized him when he had woken up on Madame Tracy's bed and discovered a mirror on her ceiling. An out-o'-his-body experience, this, but this time a real one.

Funny how he can be so sure of it.

But there's something else, too-- it's to the left, to the side Hel said she saw souls out of. And it's still him, but gone all blotchy, like, maybe like something he'd find in his pockets that had progressed from mold to low-level sentient life.

There's more, too ...