"Welcome to Medietas. Our lovely kidnapping hosts are not showing up, the natives are clueless, and life seems oddly odd. But it gets weirder." And these words, fittingly, came from the young man sitting astride the ww1 era motorcycle... that happened to be hovering in mid-air a little to her left. He wore all white, a duster, pants, tennis shoes, and shirt, in fact, all well made.

And Harry? Well, he was grinning at this new arrival.

"It's annoying, interruptingly irritating, and quite exasperating, but here we are."