Lock-Up
He hisses air through his teeth and gently lowers her back down. "Sorry," he says. "Sorry. Hold on a moment." He reaches down to his belt and retrieves a thin plastic bag, complete with a zipper, into which he carefully places the leather pouch and as much as the powder as he can slide into it. With that done he zips it shut and puts it back into his belt pocket. "No," he answers. "I'm afraid that I haven't had the dream. You'll need to tell me more about it, later."
With that, he helps Katherine follow the Crimson Avenger down the stairs, where he sees the thin...er man restrained within the circle. Bolton, in his late-night research, has learned a thing or two about various disciplines of mysticism. This entire thing seems to him to be quite unusual. "Wait," he says, and holds out a restraining arm. "Who are you?"