"France," Alec agreed, grabbing her hand. "Ready, Fletcher?" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing as best he could, even though apparition was generally one of the more unpleasant things he did on a daily basis. When he opened his eyes again, however, the landscape had changed (and all his bits seemed to be intact), and he was satisfied. "Thanks," he said to Fletcher, not letting go of Melinda's hand, looking around. "Now...where to?" They were standing in front of a large stone building he suspected to be the ministry of some sort, but where to go from there was a mystery to him.