York snaps to attention at Ratchet's grip, looking back at the other man. Oh, right. Calling to him won't make any difference. York lets out a shuddering breath... Ratchet didn't see him? How could he miss a glowing figure...? Unless it wasn't there. He calls for Delta mentally and looks back over each shoulder, frantic, then his shoulders sag. His mind is silent.

"Fuck," he mutters, head back in his hands. "He's in there, he's gotta be in there..."