She grabs her jacket, and lets him haul her up to her feet. She takes a moment to brush her hands off on her jeans, and then brush her hair back from her face.

She slips her arm through his, and nods that she's ready.

The last hundred yards might as well have been a mile for as fast as they covered it, but they did it without further bodily injuries, and no one got turned into a swine.

Victory.

The last leap took them to an arch over a dark doorway. The door itself was massive, twenty feet high, and had an iron ring to match. Alex stood back and looked at Ichabod.

"There's no place like home?"