"I know. And he's doing his job to try and protect me and Harri. Mister does too. And Umbra." She glanced down the three year old kitten weaving around her legs. "That's why they came out of the woodwork."
Sarah pulled out two mugs. Shoving one back when she realized which two she'd grabbed. Harry hadn't been much of a coffee drinker, but on occasion he did. "We don't have a... No one knows where the location of it is, exactly. An Island in the middle of nowhere is the best guess."