Mark concentrated and in his hands a probe formed. Slowly, carefully, he held it out to Whip's waiting hands. They carefully began to transfer the probe and -
"Damn, I was so sure we had it that time," Whip complained.
Mark shrugged.
"Maybe they're only meant to be handled by me."
"Yeah but... but..."
"I know. It would be cool if you could hold 'em and place 'em for me, but if no one else can hold them, that's not going to work."
Whip sighed.
"Try again?"
Mark shrugged.
"Some other time."