Delirium turned her head, pointing to the line and his feet. He had stepped over it, he had crossed but he hadn't broken the line. It was barely visible, a thin line etched in black and gold unbroken and stretching across the whole room- the whole building. She could not leave with it connected. All it took was a human, living, to scratch a point out then boom water gates would flood and Del would be oh, so terrible.

"Foot!" Delirium yelled with impatience.