"Alright. Didn't want to presume." He sighs and nods, resting. He glances up at Erik and nods again. "I take it you were not swept into Jeopardy for the Notpocalypse?"

He shivers. "It was a mess. Monsters, and visions of the past, and dread old goddesses, and a stretch of time that felt both like a day and like a year." It really had, and Harry still has no idea how long he has been gone.