Virginia Dare waited outside of the airport. She could have waited at Mount Tam, but decided she would draw less attention here. She was wearing a simple black dress and sunglasses, and had her flute in her pocket just in was the time Shakespeare and the Saracen Knight should've been here, but knowing planes, they probably had to delay the flight due to London's terrible weather or something. As a mistress of air magic, she could've easily changed said weather, but, in case the Bard and the Knight showed any hostility, she had been saving her aura. After a few minutes of small talk with Josh (She refused to call him by any other name, much like with the Doctor), however, she saw Will walking out of a doorway, and Palamedes carrying all the stuff, a little later.

"Did he actually take a bath?" Josh seemed genuinely surprised

"He doesn't normally?" Virginia said, genuinely disgusted "He did not take a bath for over 300 years?"

Josh took a card with Will and Pally Bard. Couldn't they have found a less revealing surname? Even from afar, though, she saw Palamedes flinch at his nickname.

"Mar...Mareth..." Will started stuttering a little, slightly scared by his presence

"I may be dead, but you can still call me Josh"

"And who is she?" Palamedes said, skeptic

"Nobody important"

"Excuse me? I am Virginia Dare, Mistress of the Air, in case you didn't know" As she said those words, the air outside the airport turned foggy. Since it was San Francisco, nobody cared.

"Did you really feel like blowing your cover, using your aura? Quetzalcoatl would love to feed on your memories as an appetizer to Billy's" Josh said, disgruntled.

The four walked towards Virginia's company's limousine. Yes, she was rich. She alone inherited not only all of Dee's money, his company and his prized possessions, but also all of his estate, which included Alcatraz (They were waiting for all the monsters to be eaten by Areop-Enap so they could place the island in public domain again).

Meanwhile, on Alcatraz, Scatty, Billy and a much annoyed Machiavelli waited at Mount Tamalpais. Joan and Germain appeared a few seconds afterwards, carrying two relatively small bags. Joan and Scathach hugged and caught up with each other, leaving Francis, Billy and Machiavelli in a moment of awkward silence, until Francis decided to break into a discussion about country music with Billy, leaving an even more annoyed Mac. I should have called Black Hawk to drive us, he thought. He may not be much more responsible than Billy, but at least he wasn't as keen in putting their lives at risk. Or at least, Machiavelli's life. He didn't know much about the Shadow's auric capabilities. And not knowing scared him.

Truth be told, Niccolo hated having to spend time with the Shadow. She may not be as irritatingly cheerful as Billy, but was certainly equally as reckless. And she was also dangerous beyond belief. Machiavelli always worried that somehow he would accidentally step on a toe and get his head cut off, and he knew she never liked him. Which is when a great idea of how to get into the Shadow's favor got in his head. Aoife. He was present at her wedding, at Billy's request, of course, and nothing you bring the Shadow greater joy than seeing her sister in this pathetic child's party. Finding Aoife of the Shadows wasn't going to be easy, but finding her husband, Miyamoto Musashi? His aura was easy to track by someone as well-informed as Machiavelli. And he was wearing the same suit he wore at the ceremony. He knew it wasn't a strong connection, but he could try to scry with it.