Giles had nearly a hundred thoughts at once. I'm going to kill that boy What is he doing here Ethan's standing right in front of you git How did he get out of there What is going on?
He settled for, "What in the bloody hell is this?" There was wind blowing that high up, and it was whipping his hair and his sweater around. Ethan looked shockingly the same as he had before, as though wherever he'd been had halted time and aging. "I thought they'd locked you away and thrown away the key." But he found himself stepping forward anyway, hand held out as if he were testing the waters of a boiling pot or a tempestuous ocean, either of which were apt metaphors. "Ethan, really?"