Back in the dark palace around Kuk's door a young man watched a window hanging in the air. At the moment all he saw was a pillow and a bed and a green hand but before that he'd seen...so much more.

Santa's workshop. A familiar face.

"Is it working?" asked one of the others, one of the ones he'd been told he'd be working with. Benedict was his name.

The young man recognized him. The movie Benedict was from had been terrible but he recognized him. He recognized most of them, on his side and on the other side. He knew that'd give him a tactical advantage in every respect and he could always read or watch the canons he wasn't familiar with.

"The link is holding," said the young man watching the window. "Even though the Pole is warded we can see everything that he sees."

"How long will it last?"

"As long as he doesn't find the spike in his shell." The young man grinned a wicked grin. "Considering the magic I put into making it, that'll be a long time. As long as he's there when they're planning things, we'll be able to anticipate their every move. They won't even see it coming."

Just like the turtle wouldn't see it coming when the young man used the ability to see through his eyes to hurt him.

For trying to take something that wasn't his.