As Jack leads the small group she can sense the nearing of the hedge. Arcadia seems to be leeking out onto the streets of Sacramento, blissfully being ignored by it's inhabitants. At least for the time being.
Then the crashing could be heard and with a left turn the gate can be seen. A small slice in the wall, something that doesn't look like it should be, like the partially opened portal to Diagon Ally from the first Harry Potter film. And there to the side something like a shoe shoved between the bricks.
Beyond the crack were the thorns the size of Mal's arm, each one dripping with any of a thousand rainbow hues of fae-dew. The closest bare of the liquid, but the smell still reaching out to the changelings.
Home was calling.
Please roll me a [Resolve+Composure-1] and a [Perception] if you get a suxx, Danger Sense applicable.
If you fail, you feel drawn to the hedge gate.