She smiled, conceded how glad she was to be in his company by gently brushing imaginary lint off his lapel, then went into analysis mode. Emma looked around carefully. Nothing unusual about the grass, the flowers, the sky. Unless one wondered how this had been the landing outside Steed's flat mere seconds ago. Her eyes focused on a suitcase located beside her, one which she hadn't seen since her boarding school days. On top of it was a leather-bound book which had her name on it.
"A mysterious, personalised kidnapping or hallucination?" she questioned, reaching for the journal. "Look, I believe we've both been invited. You have your own book."