Theresa 'Terri' Carradine

She'd spent a good, long while with her sister before making her way upstairs, taking a lengthy shower to clear her head and quietly, mentally, working through everything that felt different about herself. When she was done she dried off, got dressed into warm, comfortable clothing and went to the small upstairs study they never really used.

No way was this happening in her bedroom.

She groped for the coin he'd given her all that time before, tracing around the edge before, "I'm home."

Hugh had gone home first, checking his kitchen and hoping maybe Eden would be there. It was a mixed blessing that she wasn't, giving him a bit of time to think and try to cope with what had happened. But as soon as he felt he had his head together he went to her place, knocking softly on the door and waiting.

In case there's anyone else that needs telling, I'm here and I'm fine.

( Cameron )

I have been returned returned

I'm back. I'm sorry for any consternation my disappearance caused and I thank you for your kind thoughts and concerns.

( Felicity )


( Gods )

Jay showed up at Geoff's door around 9 pm with a hat in his hand- literally- and a sheepish expression. "Hey."

So it wasn't really his fault, and it wasn't like she could really hold him to any sort of promise to not get in trouble, he being Sirius and this being Tampa.

Still.

It had been a pretty horrific few days, so the only real question for Wren as she stood on his doorstep and rang the bell was whether she should hit him or kick him or both.

Scale of one to ten, how pissed are you?

The phone was good, but for his brother he knew he'd better show up in person.

He knocked on Tommy's apartment door, bottles of imported beer in between himself and any potential damage that Tommy could do.

When the door opened he gave Tommy a sheepish grin. "... hi."

Just a quick blurb, local news. Since Geoff seemed to know about all the other 'weird' happenings he was in charge of the press conferences that deal with them.

So he nodded to the single cameraman and the few reporters, and took out his prepared statement. "The current tally is six people have been returned - seven are still missing - but we've had assurances that they are all fine and will be home soon."

He tucked the cards into his jacket, and then said calmly, "I'll take questions now."

He answered them, completely smooth and competenant, smiled, thanked the reporters, and left.

He kept it together. He promised, after all.

But he did loosen his tie, the moment the cameras glare was off.

Logan ... rolled off the elevator and into the kitchen of the penthouse he shared with Arthur. Luckily enough for him, Arthur was already there. "Why," he asked, pleasantly. "Do you think it is that I can appear out of thin air, but I still can't walk? Is Tampa just that big of a bitch?"

Alive. Not dead.

Just learned some new tricks.

Rick made a big of a habit of waking up in weird places, all things considered, but this was weird even for him. Firstly, it had been completely...boring and white and, as he'd looked around, everything had started to shift and change.

The first thing to appear had been the bar. Good.

The rest of it started looking a little more like home after a few more minutes of staring blankly at everything. Well, he was used to weird things happening, but shifting and changing rooms was definitely a new one.

Then he'd decided to take a walk, out the door, into the elevator - and into a room just in time to see someone disappear.

Within minutes, he was on board with the thinking of home idea and, suddenly, he was back in Tampa again.

"Well," he said, grinning. "Fuck me."

Oh, the trouble he could get up to now.

Popping off the elevator was oddly simple. Jay resisted the urge to click his heels together, stumbling a little as he just was suddenly in Jack's apartment. There was a click of a gun and he snapped, "Stand down, Danny." before he was tackled by a tiny blond teenager. He hugged back for a moment before bumping him, "Get out of here," and calling out, "Henry? Jack?"

I'm not dead. I'm also busy so if you need me, you know how to get me. Otherwise, kindly piss off.

( SPN crew )

( Maddie )

Cam very, very rarely used his car but he had today, driving over to Marissa's school and waiting right outside the gates at lunch. He'd set her a text as her last class should have been finishing, letting her know he was there with a simple, 'Parked outside, need to talk pls. xxx'

His fingers were drumming on the wheel as he waited and, even from a distance, it was obvious he was nervous about something.

Shortly after discovering she could, Reason reappeared in the lab's conference room. And couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or not that all her work had been put away. If they'd been right, and it was days later...

Taking a deep breath, she turned and opened the door. And nearly ran smack into her sister. "Justice?" She blinked.

Hi, not dead. Just Tampa-kidnapped. Really boring. Blah blah. Glad to be back.

( Wren and Andre )
( Harry Potter Crew )

( James )

It hadn't taken long after Alanna to disappear for She to go - OHWAIT, if we think about going home, maybe we - and he promptly disappeared from the elevator and somehow appeared in his yard.

He sat up, and the neighborhood kids in front of his house stared at him. He smiled weakly back, and waved.

They ran away screaming

He really couldn't blame them. He was having the same kind of day.

He heard a voice clearing behind him, and found himself staring at a uniformed Tampa cop, who was in fact, standing in his apparently open front door.

He eyed the cop, and dug out his wallet, flashing his ID as he drawled, "I really hope you guys wiped your feet."