Once they reach the porch, once they're under another lion's gaze, the Omen swirls away, smoke dissipating into where it came. A moment of silence, relishing this moment. Relishing being able to stand here, to look at home with someone he thought he'd lost twice over now.

"It's there," he says, simply. "I kept it... just in case."

His grip tightens. All the warning Adam will get before he's literally swept up off his feet.

Time to carry your husband over the threshold.