And then Mr. Diehard Obsession walked through the door.
Literally. Through the door.
"Oh…Bob…Look, it's Bob…" Diana fainted clean away.
Artemis slowly looked up. "Took you long enough…don't mind her…just a rabid fangirl…" She gestured vaguely towards Diana's prone figure before she joined her in unconsciousness.
"Great." Harry mumbled to himself and rubbed carelessly at his tired, burning eyes. "Bob, you have any idea where they came from? Or, for that matter, what they are?"
The former sorcerer walked over to the pair of bodies sprawled across the floor of the lab, knelt down and put a spectral hand over the chest of the auburn-haired form of Diana. A faint orange glow appeared around her form for a brief moment, then faded away. He repeated the process with Artemis.
"They are just as human as you, Harry, perhaps more so. They have no abilities that I am able to see, although they may have yet to manifest. But, for now, they are harmless. There is, however, one rather perplexing thing."
"Yes?"
"They are not of this world. I don't know why, or how, they just are. Their bodies have taken a metaphysical beating of sorts that was probably caused by being dragged over a few dimensions. One has taken it harder than the other, not sure why."
"Okay then…I suppose that we should get them some form of help, then. I'll set up the couch or something until we've got more information. Until then…what was that about a rabid fangirl?"
"I wish I knew. I'll be in my skull." The sexiest man not alive stepped back through the door and through Diana in the process. She stirred, opened her eyes, took one look at Harry, and said, "I just missed him, didn't I?".
He nodded warily.
"Oh…let me know when he comes back…" she whispered as she fainted again.
I tried to stop her, folks. It didn't work.
Any tips on writing Harry and Bob in character will be welcome.
As you can probably see, it is proving to be something of a challenge