“You have ten seconds to explain to me what just happened.” –Barry Skycutter

And what happened?

"You wanled through a magic painting." says the tall Stranger, in about 2.5 seconds

handing the boy a conveniently nearby sweater, umon noting the transaction from that heat to this cool may be jarring

"Don't worry about getting blood on it." she says of the sweater, in another second

"what happpens if you do not find the explanation satisfactory by the end of the ten seconds?"~Shroud uses up the rest of the time