"You may dare," Solomon agreed dryly, reaching into his pocket to find the new mobile Skulduggery and the angels had helped him pick up yesterday. The only problem was that he hadn't had all that much of a chance to figure out how its voice functions worked, even though the seller had gone through it with them at the store. Which was why he held it out to China.

"I've no idea where his number is actually located on here, but since Gabe was the one in charge of making sure I had all the appropriate contacts programmed, it's almost certainly in there somewhere." Rafe had volunteered, but Solomon had asked Gabe to do it. The ex-Necromancer wouldn't have put it past the dark-skinned Archangel to lay a few landmines for him to trip.

So it wasn't long before Fletcher and Tanith's souls blipped into view just nearby them. Or, well, it wasn't a 'blip' exactly. It was just about as disorientating as being Teleported himself, except that Solomon could see that was partly a lack of refinement. They didn't blip, but they ... welled. It was like a smear of colour, paint in a fast-moving current, and then they welled up out of that current like an air-bubble.

Solomon rose, fingers of one hand still resting on the chair's arm so he could keep track of where it was, and turned toward them. "Ms Sorrows will be accompanying us back to the Sanctuary. How goes it with Professor Grouse?"