Another roar rips through the empty air, and Jakob can feel reality starting to warp and bend behind him even through the borderline. The cube sways against its chains, an angry-something thrashing within... but the remaining two chains hold—for now, at least. The cube shrinks away into the distance, its roars falling silent even as the ripples continue to shake the void around them.

Add, on the other hand, in spinning off in the opposite direction, still holding a piece of the broken chain in one hand and the cookies in the other. He's more dazed than harmed, and it's not until Jakob is almost upon him that he notices he's still being followed. He stares back, bewildered, at the outstretched hand.

Why is everyone so persistent? He just can't understand it. All he wants is to be left alone.

The gesture isn't returned, but if he reaches just a little harder he could grab one of the stupid long chains on the back of Add's coat...

and he should do it soon, because that rippling continues to grow in intensity. Their momentum starts to tilt—towards a distant, glowing crack, cubes and shapes crumbling into it and vanishing.