"Ingress is safely in Valdemar with Megwyn. Summer holidays. When she comes home, she won't be coming here without me."

He takes his wand from his robe pocket.

"Now, let me remember this," he says, closing his eyes and recalling the words of the spell in his mind. He casts the spell, pale blue tendrils of light spinning from the end of his wand. They swirl into the air around the body, and then they dissipate into the air.

Tom shakes his head. "There's no sign of a magic user from my world. Which isn't much help, I know, but..."

He trails off.