You know. You'd think I'd be use to this kind of thing by now. Appearing, disappearing, reappearing. Someone should just give me a teleporting machine, and then I could at least hop from place to place when I really need it. This is just getting annoying.
Hello, Los Angeles, we meet again. I bet this never happened to Uncle Phil so much Can I go back now? You're making me late for my interview at Yale school. Dad will kill me if I miss that.