Not necessarily. There's a pattern there, but no one's been able to decipher it. There used to be a spell in place to bring us here, but the woman in charge of that spell has since died, and now... [He shrugs.] There was never much sense to our comings-and-goings. Now, there's even less.

[The shrug dislodges something. Quite unbeknownst to Skulduggery, his chin is starting to dissolve.]