He'd spoken to Anna and had his frantic worries calmed down somewhat, and had been inspired to take this retreat from the world that had inspired the worries. He'd visited with Jade and felt reenergized, the feelings of control and assertion that were so important to his personality restored. As it turned out, the last and most satisfying piece of restoring Henry to something close to his former confidence was returning home to his girlfriend.
Henry kissed Gabriella, his own suitcase still in hand. "Missed you, too. Love you, too," he told her. "Follow me."
Out they went. The hall to the elevator to the lobby and into a limousine. Rather than speeding toward the executive airport near McCarran, they were instead whisked to another hotel, whose monumental replica of the Eiffel Tower housed one of the world's portkeys, at the other end of which lay the Intercontinental Resort in Tahiti, a resort so luxurious it could host such a mode of travel.
The staff were appropriately deferential to Henry and his money, and he and Gabriella were soon escorted to their overwater bungalow.