It's difficult to explain. [Narvin cranes his neck to nosily try to read over Kay's shoulder. His lips purse in disappointment when he's unable to read the display.]

It was as if something was telling me that I should be anywhere but near here. Not in words, just an impulse. An...instinct. [He's reluctant to use the word "instinct." He does things according to reason, to logic, not gut feelings. But it's the most accurate way he could think of to describe the overriding sensation.]