Danil's head twists, a sudden, sharp jerk, and the hairs rise on his arms once more, just like that same, strange feeling that had happened when he first entered the shop. That twist in his belly the few times he did magic. His teeth grit, narrow shoulders rolling back, but then the flickering of his ipod stops.

His eyes narrow, and then...then there's a voice. Maybe a voice, maybe a whisper, maybe just words or a concept, curled into his mind.

Sorry.

Danil sucks his lip between his teeth and nibbles slightly. "...Hello?" He mutters the word, soft, and barely above his voice, and immediately feels very foolish.