George smiled warmly. "Well, you will never want for it again." A few days. It was a good bit before she had arrived in London.
"You are on a ship that travels through the stars," he said. "It takes people from all over the place, rather randomly, I'm afraid. As of yet, there is no way to get home but the men in charge assure us they are working on a solution."
"Miss, is this your puppy?" Hector chimed in. He was carrying Pooka now, and moved to stand beside George.
George smiled fondly, patting the boy's head. "And this is Master Hector Holland, the son of a dear friend of mine. Hector, this is Anya K- Romanov," he covered just in time.