A few tense moments passed before Kotetsu received another message.

Don't move. I'm coming.

About five more minutes passed before Barnaby emerged from the crowd of people enjoying the festival. Although it wasn't immediately obvious, he was hungry and cranky. None of this had been his idea, yet he felt like he'd had to spend most of his time looking for the person who'd dragged him here in the first place.

"You're lucky I could read your poor spelling," he said once he'd stopped near Kotetsu.