Spitspot? He mouthed the words as if he wasn't sure he'd heard them and shook his head. "It's like dealing with bloody Mary Poppins." This muttered to himself as he eyed the gap. He wasn't sure about that gap. It didn't seem too big to cross over, Anthony had. Fell had. And yet--

"I'll catch up." Which meant he'd try to find another way. There had to be another way, right? Some place where he wouldn't have to jump?