Rafe had done something, that much was plain. Solomon had seen it, sort-of, as a ripple in the lifestream. But he couldn't see it; to his eyes, Raphael looked no different. He could hear it, though, and was shaking his head even as he closed his eyes in preparation for being Teleported.

It still wasn't pleasant. At all. Even bracing himself. "I think I prefer cars too," he mumbled, leaning on Skulduggery's arm as he waited for his senses to reorient themselves to the new part of the lifestream they were in now. Very much preferred cars. They were softer. They didn't make his head spin. Even though Skulduggery's Bentley had a faint glow.

Solomon patted her roof before he got in. "I could get used to you, Madam. Good evening, Valkryie, Fletcher."

They were going to get to the church long before the others did, but it was possibly just as well. Paddy would have questions, and there would hopefully be time to explain where this cab-driver had come from. Even still, in spite of the short drive, he very nearly dozed off himself. Carnivals were exhausting. So were half-days at the office. And this was while he probably should still be on bed-rest.

Either way, he jolted to proper wakefulness when the car pulled smoothly to a halt and Skulduggery turned off the engine. It wasn't really the motion; it was much too smooth for that. But there was something in the tenor of the glow that changed.