In These Stones Horizons Sing

You know, Beckett, you can stop blaming this on me. While this is, admittedly, not the first time I've gone to sleep in one city...or country...and woke up in another, I've never picked Wales, and I wouldn't kidnap you. I mean, I'm flattered you think I'm capable of that, but it really isn't my fault. Besides, the crazy nice people who got us settled into our new digs have explained all about the handy rift in space and time. Maybe I can throw something like that into the Nikki Heat books. Hmm... So, if you could please stop shouting at me whenever you see me, that would be great.

And for the record, that shoe hurt. So glad they took your gun. Oh, so glad.

For the rest of you, I'm Richard Castle. It really is a pleasure.