She frowned, "Well, that's to be expected. Are you feeling well enough to go tomorrow?" She asks Ash, looking over at him.

"We have to get the scepter back now," Ash said. He gazed back calmly, as if snow in Louisiana was perfectly normal. "Grim, did you find anything yet?"

The cat made a great show of licking his front paw. "Perhaps."

"What did you find?" Puck asked, and Grimalkin finally looked up.

"Maybe the scepter. Maybe nothing." He flicked his paw several times before continuing. "But...there is a rumor on the streets of a great gathering of Iron fey in a factory in downtown San Jose. We located it, and it looks abandoned, so perhaps Virus has not gathered her army yet."

"So then we go." She shrugs.

"Wheres Ironhorse?"

Ash narrowed his eyes.

"I left him at the factory," Grimalkin said. "He was ready to charge in, but I convinced him I would return with the princess and Goodfellow. He is still there, for all I know."

She nods, "Thank you."

"I suggest you hurry," he purred, looking out over the parking lot. "Not only is Virus gathering a great army of Iron fey, but I do not think Ironhorse will wait very long. He seemed rather eager to charge in by himself."

He regarded Lise solemnly and made a quick gesture with his hand. The glamour fell away, the tuxedo dissolving into mist, as the human boy disappeared and the Unseelie prince took his place, his black coat swirling around him. Puck had his tux replaced with his normal green hoodie. He gave Lise a once-over and grinned. "Not exactly dressed for battle, are you, Princess?"

She rolls her eyes, "Of course not."

Grim shook his head and glanced skyward. "What time is it?"

She frowns, shrugging. "No clue."

He appeared to smile, which was rather eerie. "Just sit tight, human. They will be here soon."

A cold wind whipped across the parking lot, swirling the snow into eddies, making them dance and sparkle over the drifts. The branches rattled, an unearthly wailing rising over the wind and trees. Ash closed his eyes.

"You called Them, caith sith?"

"They owed me a favor," Grimalkin purred, as Puck glanced nervously at the sky. "We do not have the time to locate a trod, and this is the fastest way to travel from here. Deal with it."