Magnus was jogging through the halls, a wild look in his eyes as he scanned the faces he passed. Though he'd known that something was wrong upon waking, he was now in a panic as he tried to piece together what information he had. Pausing to pull the sleeve of his toga higher up one shoulder—at least he seemed to have had better luck tying his than a lot of the people he saw wandering around—he turned in a slow circle and froze. Off in the distance he could see a strong back, a mess of black hair, and distinctive marks covering what skin he could catch glimpses of. Back to running, he dodged past other people and reached out to grab Alec's arm and spin him around.

"Alec," be breathed, relief and concern flooding simultaneously flooding through him. While it soothed him to see Alec safe and sound, it also meant that they were in this mess together. "Do you know what's going on?"