"It is - 'strange'," Porthos echoed, "to say the least." But he'll roll with pretty much anything that is thrown at him, when it comes to things he cannot fight. And he simply cannot fight this place. Clearly. "We've no one to fight," he acknowledges. "And I've gone through my fair share of doors." Once again, clearly. "Athos seems to have no problem coming and going, I'm sure we'll be able to get back soon enough."

Preferably after he's switched back, again. He might never stress this enough.