If Chad can open doors, then they're all doomed, and Russell needs to change his name and hide in another country so the mafia doesn't go after him. He blinks at Walter's warning, glancing around for signs of what the warning's about, before seeing Chad disappear.

"Huh...? Hey!"

Vanishing in a low space would be a lot more effective without that leash trailing after him as a slithery clue to his whereabouts. It disappears with enough small pacing, but there's that lingering hint for a second or two after the dog disappears.

"Under there isn't a place for dogs," he tells the shadows behind the couch. "It's not terrible... Unless... Have we dropped any food back here?"