I stepped out into a warm night at the entrance to a busy street. The humid air hit me immediately, moisture standing out on my skin. Jeans were too heavy, my t-shirt the only saving grace. I heard Sassafras hiss, glanced over to watch his fur puff up as Charlotte gently slid him from around her neck and cradled him against her side with one arm, shedding her leather jacket from the other.
"Where are we?" I turned to Demetrius, hoping he'd maintained his sanity long enough to get us through this mess. Instead, I found him hopping up and down, from foot to foot, hands pressed to his mouth as he giggled silently into them.
"Sunshine state," he said.
Florida.
"Looks like Miami." Quaid pulled Mia against him, one arm around her shoulders as she slumped in the heat. "We lived here once, when I was with the Moromonds, a long time ago."
I looked up, up at the building, now familiar, reached for it with my power.
Came up empty. No pun intended.