Standard rift passage to northern Italy, ground transport to Switzerland, and two hours later we were back in Interlaken.
Void had been bouncing with excitement the entire drive, pressed against the window and making hopeful sounds every time we passed anything that might sell chocolate.
"Later," I told it for the fifth time. "Dimensional crisis first, chocolate after."
"Chocolate now?" it tried.
"Crisis now. Chocolate later."
An offended chirp, but it settled back on my lap with obvious disappointment.
"You know," I said to Azryth, "most people's problems don't involve negotiating with nexus energy about dessert timing."
"Most people aren't married to me," he replied.
"Fair point."
The coalition driver, a quiet woman who clearly knew better than to ask questions about the floating ball of darkness or the demon lord in her back seat..took us straight to the affected area.
