"Next stop, south side docks." Peter shut his eyes and concentrated, and a moment later, the familiar atmosphere of the hotel had vanished, replaced by the scent of salt water, the sound of the sea, and the sight of warehouses to their left.
Peter released their hands slowly. He surveyed the area using all his senses, and then nodded, satisfied, glancing back at Cordelia, with a trace of a grin. "Where to now, oh great and wonderful Link to the PTB?"