He's made a bit of a mess, to be honest. It wasn't easy to get his thoughts straight and decide exactly what he needed to do, what he was going to draw, plan it all out. But it's nearly done. Everything's drawn out, with whatever was at hand, charcoal and ink and some markers he found in the drawers here. There's blood smeared around the kitchen sink and on the soul gems set out around the circle. Jim's realm doesn't lend itself to spellcasting. To do something like this - something he's not well used to himself - he needs power.

One more blinking light in the house doesn't get his attention at first. In this realm, he's learned, everything is shiny and nothing smokes, there are all sorts of things that light up and most of them make beeping whistling sounds at intervals. It's only when he stands back to cast a nervous eye over his ritual setup that he notices. That's distracting. He needs absolute focus to get this right. If it fails he'll have to fill more soul gems and try again and who knows what could happen to Jim if he delays?

He steps carefully over his paraphernalia to the terminal, tapping at the keys. It's been a while since he played around with this device (under Jim's supervision, to prevent awkward accidents). Generally the thing to do is give the computer whatever it wants and then it will stop flashing... oh, it's a message.

A message. With Jim's name on it.

He moves to bring it up so fast his fingers slip on the keys and he has to do it twice.