Who: Nathan Explosion and Skwisgaar the Elder. What: Escaping Florida. Where: Out and about in London, MiniMordhaus. When: Right after Nathan gets here. Warnings: Swearing and possible violence.
Nathan was appalled to find that the person he'd replaced (which was weird enough in and of itself to think about) didn't own a single pair of shoes. He didn't really want to wear loafers, but it was either that or go barefoot.
Creeping down the stairs, he saw the woman he was allegedly married to watching a game show on the television while a toddler gnawed on the coffee table. He tried to tiptoe around to get his wallet and car keys, but unfortunately for him, the wife had excellent hearing.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Uh. I need to buy. Y'know... a present for you." He winced and hoped the explanation was sufficient to get him out of the house. Apparently it was, as the wife brooked no further protest, and Nathan was free to go to the garage.
To find a minivan.
He idly prayed that he wouldn't get any kid germs as he got in the van and gunned it away from the house. The portkey thing wasn't that far away, and even though the whole thing sounded kind of dubious, he parked the minivan and went to touch it. In moments, he was in London, spluttering and feeling a little dizzy.