You live next door. Couldn't you have used your own? [What was he looking for? The stereotypical flying broom?]

[Her look is reproachful.] It's not a laughing matter. She wouldn't wake up and I've got to figure out how to get her soul out of that mirror before she dies!

[Time seemed to stop in her own world whenever she was here but still she couldn't help a frustrated sigh. Dag nab it!]

Yes, someone offered to bring footwear I can actually walk in.