"I'm pretty sure I'm not, actually," Butters said vaguely. "You're not one of the Fae, are you?" Between Harry being the Winter Knight now, and the whole thing with Bob, Butters was pretty sure he was on at least one Faerie shitlist these days.

At least Bob wasn't here. And also, shit, Bob wasn't here.

"Also, where are we and why am I not home?"