"Isn't that a lot?" Valkyrie wanted to know. "How do you handle it? What do you do on Sunday mornings?" She paused, staring distantly out the window. "Is it something you can turn off? Because Kenspeckle isn't going to be happy if you're constantly straining yourself."

"If I didn't know any better," Skulduggery interrupted, "I'd say you were becoming a detective."

It was a mark of how much had happened in the short space of time since Skulduggery's arrival that Valkyrie obviously didn't see anything wrong with punching him on the arm, even though it must have cracked painfully against her knuckle.

"Nothing," Fletcher answered Gabriel defiantly - although his face fell almost immediately afterwards. "Well... I can only teleport to places I've been before. But there's not much I can do to change that." Short of trying to visit everywhere at least once before he died, but that could take a while. Although, Fletcher realized with a growing smile, he was going to live longer now, wasn't he? He kept forgetting that.