"Nothing," Harry confirmed. He drew a breath. "Magic is functional. Just can't reach the Nevernever or anything like that." And he didn't have Bob. Or Mouse. Or Mister. Or Thomas. Which sucked. He missed his brother more than he wanted to admit. Mister wasn't very useful really, but he was Harry's cat. Mouse was...special. And Bob, well. He could really use some of Bob's all knowing sarcasm right about now.
"I don't know how or why we're here. If it's Summer's doing, they've masked it well." What else made sense? Some other big bad Harry had pissed off in the past. There were at least a dozen of them. But were any capable of this? He wasn't sure. He didn't like to think about it.