Michael was the last person Harry suspected would arrive on this island. But then he didn't see a point in bringing a bunch of elves or others either, especially if this was a magical problem with a magical solution. But his theory on portals was still in the beginning phases and he hadn't yet worked out the details. Truth be told he hadn't let it occupy him all that much. Because Thomas was also here and already causing problems with the locals.
Figured.
Anyway. Michael wanted to meet, so Harry got on the sneaker express and trudged down to the bar. Which was funny, because it wasn't a place Michael would approve of. There was a woman in there that showed her boobs to everything with legs, including animals, and others fornicated like it was a brothel. A place Harry wouldn't mind, really, but not one a Knight of the Cross would be comfortable in. Rounding a corner, Harry spotted the man and felt a genuine smile crack his features.
Michael looked well, compared to the last time Harry saw him.
"Hey Michael," he said in greeting, still several feet off despite his long stride across the sidewalk. "Safe travel I hope?" he snorted.