As the stranger steps forward, Lambert's hand goes to his sword, yanking it out of its scabbard. He has no intention of seeing Childermass be attacked in front of him without doing something about it, and even as the magician raises his pistol, he's baring sharp teeth and preparing to rush forward.

Then the world stutters, and Lambert's left blinking -- and the man is gone.

"What?" He wheels around to look at Childermass and the now-conscious vagrant, brows furrowing. He's alive, as Childermass says, but -- "He was fucking dead a minute ago! And what happened to the other one!?"