Crowley's head tilted to one side and he scratched absently at his chin.
"That was... Um. Maybe. I did ask one question about why we all ended up in a movie theatre in 1968. I don't know if that has any bearing on this... But... When I asked about it, this Ananke said... now let me get the words... Time itself brings me forward to offer the word, but time knots itself to do so. In so doing, Time tests you."
Crowley hissed and winced, hand crawling up his face to rake his scalp, ruffling hair.
"At the time I just thought of it as a practical explanation of how the scene was staged and what we had to do to get back... home, I guess. Worked out a ritual spell, gently dissolving the snarl, or knot, in such a way that the time streams were damaged; I mean, we coulda just hacked through it, but I didn't want to fuck anything any when up, you know?"
"Now though, its got me thinking. Moving people - objects - uhm entities - back and forth through Time is major shit. So who is pulling the strings? We got some mythic ally or another bad guy to worry about?"
He threw a questioning glance at the Hierarch.
"Think we should take another look at the movie theatre? The portal's shut once we passed through. We came back by a different route."