It hadn’t been particularly smart, in hindsight.
He wasn’t sure what he was going to do once he found him, but as soon as he’d realised Jones was the source of the ripples he felt, he began searching him out.
Reaching out with his mind, silencing his thoughts, he’d focussed on the energy. Groping around like a blind man in an unfamiliar room, he touched something.
He did not like what he found.
Violence, anger and misery hit him like a storm. Amongst the mielstrom he could make out something else familiar, a power and strength of will he recognised.
He recoiled at once, but the damage was done. Jones had felt the touch. Before he could withdraw, his being exploded with pain and light, then darkness as a thousand savage terrors were loosed on him. With effort he clawed his way out back into his Rex shell, back to the safety and comfort of solid body and flesh brain.
“That was a mistake,” he said as he tried to catch his breath.