(a/n): I do appreciate reviews as always. I would like to mention one type I won't tolerate, though and that's the abusive kind. Cursing doesn't impress me, nor does hiding behind the anonymous feature. I stopped reading and threw out that one at the first obscene word.

Initially I contemplated throwing it out and doing a rewrite, got quite a few minuses. But, no, that would throw off other ideas that have become pretty fixed in my mind. I wrote alot of stuff that can't happen for several chapters but directly relate to this event. And outlined other occurances. Heck, not even quite sure where I'll put some but it is good stuff.

So I'm staying in the universe that came of this. I am giving Harry a mostly benign summer to turn it back around. I'm not going to have a court case go against Harry from it, though maybe it doesn't go 100% his way.

Hopefully you will stick it out as I deal with the fallout. Off we go

17 – Summer

Susan Bones was frantic. She stormed up and down the hallway of a Muggle hospital. It was named Royal something. She hadn't caught it and frankly it did not matter. The Healer ..err Doctor… told her they needed to operate immediately. Nothing other than removing Harry's damaged eye would save his life. Under the Statutes of Secrecy she had no choice but to go along with it. She shoved her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and kept them there. For the last hour she wanted nothing but to pull her wand, stun everybody on the entire floor and get Harry to St. Mungo's.

"Sue!" a voice called out from the far side of the corridor.

It was most welcome as it was Hannah Abbott. She ran to her friend and just cried. When Amelia appeared she cried more.

"A good cry helps." Amelia commented as she allowed her niece to sit up. "Better?"

Susan shrugged and sort of sagged against her friend "I guess."

"You'll have to be." Said Amelia, not unkindly "Now, please, report."

Susan looked at her mutinously, but then nodded "Yes ma'am…" What had seemed like a lifetime, actually occurred in under five minutes and took longer to tell. Susan kept her cool and until the end, closing with "…Through all his pain, all he cared about was me. Y'know, Auntie, part of me … a small part… understands it's dangerous to be around Harry. But-"

"When he's blind, bleeding and worried more about you it's hard not to love him." Amelia finished. At her niece's nod, she stroked her hair and with a smirk added "Plus he is easy on the eyes."

Susan looked scandalized and squealed "AUNTIE!" And she gave Hannah a dirty look when she felt her friend's body shaking with silent laughter "I give up!"

"Now, don't worry too much Susan." Said Amelia "Remember, pretty much no matter what the Muggle surgeon does, St Mungo's will probably be able to heal Harry's eye. Just be patient."

Susan did not look pleased, and gave a reluctant nod. "It's unfair that he has to go through that, then go to St. Mungo's."

"Don't think I am happy about it, either, dear." Amelia said "As Harry's Regent, I want to take him out and get him treated to the best of our abilities. Sometimes, though, individual rights MUST give way to the greater good. If Harry were to suddenly be taken from this hospital it would raise questions that would risk the exposure of our world."

Susan was about to protest more, but was interrupted by the arrival of a woman in a long white coat "Dr. Helena Carter" she introduced herself "You are Mr. Potter's family?"

"Earl Harry is a Peer of the Realm." Said Amelia "However, his parents are deceased and I am his Regent. I trust that satisfies your requirements."

Dr. Carter nodded, curtsied and said "Yes, Ma'am. Avoiding the more grisly details, in respect to your young associates. First, blood loss was quite serious. However easily repaired with transfusion. There will be no lasting effects. You are aware of the eye injury? The only word for it is catastrophic. Both the eye itself and his eyelid were irreparably damaged. We had no choice but to completely remove both. I still recommend Earl Potter be kept under for a full day. He received a large shock from the guards' TASERs. Complete overkill in my opinion. His muscles are still cramping randomly and I would rather spare him that pain."

"I see no reason to subject Earl Harry to undue pain." Replied Amelia. She placed a restraining hand on Susan's shoulder before continuing "Doctor, would you permit a brief visit? My niece at least. They have been something of an item this past year."

It was against her better judgment. But, even today, a request from nobility was not really a request. "Very well." The Doctor replied "Go quietly. Keep it brief. If you do touch him, do so softly gently. I can promise you he will not respond."

"But, he'll know I was there." Said Susan, as she followed the doctor's indicated direction.

Dr. Carter added "One last thing. Do not touch the bandages over his eye. In fact, it would be best that you not touch the right side of his face at all."

Heavy shades were drawn over the windows of Harry's room. Susan had enough exposure to the Muggle world to know to touch the contact next to the door as she opened it. Several lights overhead came on "Sheesh!" she complained "Talk about overkill! Muggles use way too much electricity!"

Harry's good eye twitched at the sudden brightness. But that was his only reaction.

"That's horrible!" Susan hissed angrily, glaring at the heavily bandaged side of her boyfriend's head. She could see a slowly growing patch of red that was seeping through. Bending several Ministry laws, as she hadn't turned 17 herself yet, Susan pointed her wand and whispered "Episky!"

The red stain vanished all the way down to the layer that touched Harry's flesh. It was as if a whole new dressing had been provided.

"They said you can't reply, and that's okay Harry." She said softly "You just listen to me. I'm safe. There is no more danger. When you awake, I'll be here." Susan deliberately avoided mentioning who had attacked him. She lifted his hand, kissed it, and held it against her cheek.

The surgeon was entirely correct in saying that Harry was completely anesthetized. But even deep in his state of unconsciousness he was still aware of the kind voice and gentle touching. It made him feel warm and happy.

"I see that look, Harry." Said Susan with a smile "Proves what doctors know. I'll just leave a note, in case you wake you before we get back." A couple pieces of paper from the pad on the bedside table were enough. She tucked them under the sheet then gently pressed her lips to his. And departed.

x x x x x

BOOM! "Get your ruddy! Bloody! SODDING! ARSE OUT OF BED!" screamed Ginny "YOU HEAR ME RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!"

"Sun no'evn up yet." he muttered as he cracked the door "And I bloody stubbed my toe."

Ginny shoved his bedroom door violently and growled "Don't even bother covering up! Nuthin I haven't seen before anyway! Your idiot girlfriend got Harry arrested! GET DRESSED! IF YOU'RE NOT DOWN IN TWO MINUTES I'LL BE BACK TO THROW YOU DOWN THE STEPS! STARKERS! IF! I! HAVE TO!"

"Tha bloody hell?" Ron questioned as his sister stormed out. He noted she wasn't any more dressed for the day than he was. He was tying his first shoe when his door slammed open again.

Ginny, clad in shorts and a Gryffindor Quidditch shirt, glared at him "Fast enough. I guess." She snapped "Well! Don't just sit there!"

"ENOUGH! DAMMIT!" Ron cursed angrily. He threw the second shoe at her, which just missed slamming into the doorframe "I'LL BE DOWN WHEN I'M GOOD AND READY! NOW GET THE HELL OUT!"

Ginny gaped, open-mouthed, at him for a moment. Then threw herself into his bed and started crying. And, anger forgotten, he clutched at her shoulders and pulled her into a hug. "Thanks Ron." She sobbed "Sorry I was such a bitch."

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty used to it." He quipped.

Ginny emitted a kind of wet snort and poked his chest "You didn't deserve it … this time anyway." She said "Mum, just woke me, gave me half the story and told me to wake you. And …well … had to take it out on somebody."

"Bloody mushy stuff." Ron grumbled. He got up, righted his second shoe, shoved his foot in and said "Come on, let's go."

x x x x x

Metacarpus Mansion, so-named home of the Bones clan for fifteen centuries. Christopher Bones, ancestor of the current heiress, had a rather macabre sense of humor when he christened the estate in 482. Susan's home was remarkably well protected, because although the Family would not enter the Wizarding World until the end of the 7th Century, Christopher and all his descendants literally added their bones to the mansion. Repairs, expansions, even decorations. Candles, held in the skeletal hands of Lucius Bones, lit Susan's bed from above. The skull of Kristina Bones, Susan's hero and first female Director of the MLE, provided light to her desk.

"The Lady says Xiddy must waken Little Miss." The House Elf said at about the same time Ginny was waking Ron. She snapped her fingers and the room brightened.

Gentle proddings meant easier wakenings than at the Burrow. Still, Susan wasn't pleased "A little early, is it not Xiddy?"

"Your pardon, Little Miss" the Elf bowed before her "Lady Amelia says yous goes to Master Harry's hospital. She meets you there."

That immediately banished sleep from her mind "What is it?" Susan demanded.

"Xiddy does not know!" the Elf replied in a screaming panic.

Susan threw off her cover and sat on the floor "Xiddy, stop!" she insisted "I am not angry an you. I am worried about Harry. Now … I'm going to take a quick shower. Lay out a Muggle summer outfit for me, and get oh… I don't know … £50 of Muggle money for me."

"Breakfast!" declared Xiddy "What does Miss Suzy wishes for breakfast?"

Susan was already heading for the bathroom. Knowing the Elf would be only too pleased, she disrobed leaving a trail of clothes. First her pajama top, then pants, socks and finally panties. She shut the door and called out "No time! Maybe a quick mug of OJ!"

x x x x x

"I'll be injecting a small amount of stimulant." Dr. Carter explained. "It should neutralize the sodium pentothal still in his system, keeping him asleep. Mr. Potter should awaken in about ten minutes. If not, I'll do another injection."

Ron asked "Why not just give him a bigger dose now?"

"The injury he sustained could be made worse by too much stimulant." She replied. Then she inserted a needle into something Ron didn't understand that was attached to Harry's hand. He would have asked about it, but Harry stirred almost immediately.

"ohhhhhh" Harry groaned. He attempted to move his hands, but they were both immobilized. One, it seemed to him, was completely taped to his side. The other, he could move perhaps a foot but no further. When he tried to open his eyes, he could only use one and it was blinding "Too bright!"

Instead of pressing on the light panel, Dr. Carter twisted it, reducing the light level.

"Open your … err… right eye again, Harry. Slowly. Look only at me." Ordered Susan. She gently turned his head toward her "How do you feel?"

Harry half-laughed/half-coughed "Don't mind looking at you. Feel? …heh… About like I've been run over by a dragon."

"You're at Western Eye Hospital." Amelia interrupted "Not St. Mungo's … if you catch my meaning."

Harry managed to get his brain working and nodded "Yes ma'am. Is everyone alright? I remember Hermione screaming. Ron too."

"Granger!" Ginny hissed angrily.

Ron drowned her out saying "Yeah mate. We're good. Hermione …ahhh…. Well she's home right now." It was the truth, so far as he knew, but somehow he felt like a liar.

"Hey Gin!" Harry greeted, with false cheer "Great fun huh? Thought I'd get home without a hospital trip. Must be some law against that."

Susan looked displeased, but quipped "Your funny bone still works."

"You'd know … right … hehe… Bones." He countered, giggling until he started coughing again. That brought varying groans and chuckles.

The Doctor broke in "Helena Carter, at your service. Sir, the injury you suffered was quite severe. I had to remove your left eye. Long term … outside of that … you will recover fully. After you heal from surgery we can discuss many options."

"Thank you Doctor" said Amelia, dismissing her "You know we must have this discussion. And as quickly and untainted as possible. Please, send in the others."

In came a tall bleach-blond man and a middle aged black woman. "Judge Mark Williams, Mr. Potter, I am a wizard. But my career has always been in the Muggle world. Amelia and I went to Hogwarts together. Both Hufflepuffs. For the record, Madam Bones, how long has the suspect been awake?"

"Approximately seven minutes, Your Honor." She replied formally.

Harry cut in "Wait? What? Suspect!"

"You were arrested after the fight at King's Cross, Harry." Explained Susan, she had fought hard to do this. However she was given a very short script of what to say. "It got very violent. There was one alleged death and two people seriously injured."

Harry blinked his one eye, dumbly. He should have felt guilty about a death. But somehow he did not. Then he exhaled a breath thinking 'here we go again' "Who died?" he wanted to know.

"That is for later." The judge insisted "I will not have your statement affected by subsequent knowledge. My court reporter is actually a Muggle. However, she has a nephew at Hogwarts. I understand you know him … one Dean Thomas." The woman only nodded in acknowledgement, keeping silent. "Whenever the Magical World intrudes in the larger Muggle one. I, or someone like me, takes a statement and finds ways to ensure there is no violation of the Statutes."

Harry nodded his understanding.

"As a judge, I can also swear in a witness." Continued Williams "Which has the force of testifying in court. Shall we begin? Harry Potter … do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? So help you God?"

Harry nodded and replied "I do."

"I think the best way to go is, Mr. Potter tell us what happened step by step. As much as you can remember. And as detailed as possible." The judge suggested "We can break as you need. But, and I want this clear, no one else may speak about the incident. Anyone who does will be found in contempt, and my authority does carry into both worlds."

Harry took that as his cue to start "We … Susan and me caught up with Ron and Hermione… they were talking with, I guess, her parents. She signaled for us to wait, so we …umm..err-" he broke off blushing.

"I don't think it's wrong for me to put in." Susan spoke up "At this point Harry and I were kissing."

Williams nodded "So noted, Miss Bones. But that will be your only warning."

"Anyway, sir" said a no longer blushing Harry "Next thing I know … …." He had to stop, first for a bathroom trip which took some time due to his slow movement and shaky balance. Then, for some water and a chance to rest his voice for a bit. That overlapped a nurse checking on him and changing his bandages. His blinded perception of the event varied considerably from Ron's and even Susan's. When finally done, he yawned.

"Just a few minutes, Mr. Potter." The judge said "You were very thorough and detailed. I do need to confirm a couple of things. You indicated you never saw the first hit. Every witness says you moved your head before impact. Can you explain?"

Harry thought for a minute, shrugged and replied "I kind of do it all the time playing Quidditch."

"I do not follow." Williams said.

When Harry seemed at a loss, Ginny offered "We fly so fast, have to dodge Bludgers, or chase the Quaffle or the Snitch. Sometimes it's like having eyes in the back of your head. You just know it's there."

"Right. Next, at the start of your testimony, you mentioned Miss Granger and her parents. Where were they during this affair?" asked the judge.

Harry replied "Can't say. Couldn't see them."

"Lastly, twice by other accounts, Miss Bones got in your path. Despite fighting for your life, by your testimony, and being unable to see: How is it that each time you did not strike her?" he asked.

Looking at Susan with his one eye, Harry answered "I knew it was her. We've been together for a while. You just know."

"That is all I have." Judge Williams concluded "Thank you. Some details will need to be slightly adjusted without changing context to comply with the Statutes."

Amelia said "Thank you, Your Honor. One request we have, though. It is difficult for a patient to properly recover while uncomfortable." She very unsubtly indicated the handcuffs that latched Harry's right wrist to his bedpost.

"A murder charge against a previously convicted man?" asked Williams.

Amelia pointed out "Those charges were cleared and his record expunged."

"A million pounds, cash or bond." He replied, after weighing the situation. Amelia nodded and he directed the guard to release the shackles.

Hardly had the room door click shut on Judge Williams when Harry addressed the room "Right. Would someone kindly tell me exactly what happened? Such as who I supposedly killed? A Death Eater? Some Diggory flunky?"

"It's not that simple Harry." Replied Susan, her tone sad "And you're not going to like it. Tell him Ron."

Looking distressed, Ron protested "Why me!" He recovered and reluctantly told Harry what happened "Hermione introduced me to her parents while you two were at the loo. Then she mentioned you. Her Mum was pissed. Really. Still not sure why. First she was off about you endangering Hermione. Then when we reminded them about the deal with the basilisk, she mumbled something about 'whoring her daughter' and that's when she went after you."

"You're telling me Hermione's mother cost me my eye?" Harry asked. So far he was more confused than anything else.

Ron nodded, nervously and answered "I know it's not an excuse. But I don't think she meant for that to happen. Seemed she just wanted to slap you in the head. You just moved the wrong way."

"So somehow this is all my fault!" Harry snarled at his friend.

Ron shook his head and gestured wildly "NONONONO! That's not how I meant it Harry!"

"Please keep calm." Susan insisted, gently stroking his arm "The Healer said you could hurt yourself."

Harry yanked free, slammed the bed and demanded "Then why the bloody hell isn't SHE in jail!"

"Well, you gave at least as good as you got." Susan answered. Seeing his brain working, she stopped it "Ah… no you didn't kill her. You did break Mr. Granger's back, but that happened near the end."

At a loss again, Harry said "Then I don't get it. No one died? Right? Where's this murder charge coming from?"

"Blame Granger!" Ginny hissed angrily.

Ron poked her in the ribs quite harshly and growled "Shut up Gin!" Turning he said "Harry, she… that is …her… Hermione's mother was pregnant that day. After what happened … well she …isn't … ahhh no more."

Harry didn't say a word. What did happen was that all the machines, utterly unknown to Ron and Ginny, began beeping crazily. One which displayed a regular up and down line most of the time they'd been there turned all jagged and wild. Medical personnel burst in and shoved them aside.

"He's alive no thanks to you lot!" a furious Dr. Carter confronted the group thirty-seven minutes later "And no, Madam Bones, I really do not care about your station. Or, Mr. Potter's for that matter. I am concerned for his LIFE! He had a stroke and his heart stopped twice. If I had to speculate it was as if he'd chosen to die."

Susan, meekly, and worriedly, asked "How is he now, Doctor? Can we see him?"

"I have never … in my career … had a patient like this." Dr. Carter said, her wrath fading somewhat "One moment all but dead. Now, it is almost as if nothing occurred. To all appearances, he is stronger than before. Right now, he is asleep and I will not waken him under ANY circumstances. And, until further notice, you four are barred. Go home. Madam Bones, I will contact you when he wakes up."

x x x x x

With her 16th birthday still weeks away, in fact fairly close to Harry's, Susan was stuck obeying the Muggle Healer's dictates. She skipped dinner in favor of starting her summer Potions homework. Twenty minutes later she tossed that aside and read up on some of the NEWT Defense topics. That lasted slightly longer. Ten seconds with the Daily Prophet led to that publication hitting the fireplace. Finally, she went to bed never really more than half sleeping. Morning sunlight struck her face, bringing her fully awake, and with it a loophole. She called out "Dobby!"

"Missy Boneseses!" the Elf exclaimed "Dobby is so worried! Harry Potter did not calls him! Dobby does not know what to do!"

Susan rubbed her temples with her fists. The early morning noise caused an instant headache. "Quiet!" she whispered harshly "Dobby, listen to me, and PLEASE NO NOISE. Harry was hurt at King's Cross. He is at Western Eye Hospital, room 1219. Is that enough for you to apparate there?"

"NO problems Missy Boneseses." He answered, still excitedly, if somewhat quieter.

She scribbled rather hastily on parchment, folded it in an envelope, and handed it to the elf "Take this to Harry." She ordered "Make sure no Muggle sees you. Also, if Harry is asleep, tuck it under his cover and do not wake him."

"As you order." He pledged with a bow, then a pop.

x x x x x

Truth be told Dobby's delivery did wake Harry. It was something of a delayed reaction though. Dobby had obeyed his ordered, slipping Susan's letter between sheets. After the elf's departure, Harry turned in his sleep and the stiff parchment poke him in the side. He sat, turned on the overhead lamp and read.

Morning Harry,

The Muggle Healer chased us out. Probably a good thing. Auntie is handling things for now. So don't worry about the legal stuff. Yeah, I know you will anyway. But try not to. Hope you don't mind me borrowing the Potter Elf.

As soon as you're out, I'm looking forward to that tour you promised. No need to include Auntie, of course *wink*I miss you and I love you. See you soon.

Sue

Harry was a little disappointed when notes from Ron and Ginny didn't make their way to him, but he guessed they hadn't thought of Dobby. By mid afternoon he was ready to climb the walls. He really did not like hospitals.

"Here we are." Dr. Carter announced "And I hear you're not making people's jobs easy."

Harry looked up and said "Sorry, Ma'am."

"Think nothing of it." She replied lightly "We actually prefer crabby patients. Your recovery has broken a few hospital records. Time for you to stop taking up a valuable bed. I'm going to remove your bandages. After I do, I will hand you a mirror so you can get comfortable with your appearance. In surgery, I transplanted some skin from your back to your eye socket. It will look similar to a closed eye lid. We'll give you a patch which you should wear for sleeping for a few months. If you sleep well tonight, I'll release you tomorrow."

Harry was discharged as promised, the next morning. He had a bacon and eggs hospital breakfast that was tolerable but not really hot like he liked it. Susan and Amelia arrived as he was gulping down the last of his tea. "Prefect timing!" he said happily, accepting a hug and a somewhat disappointingly chaste kiss "No offense, Doctor."

"Auntie's just signing the paperwork." explained Susan "Sorry about the other day, Doctor."

Dr. Carter shook Harry's hand, said "Good bye Mr. Potter." She gave Susan a stony look and said "I just hope you now have an appreciation just how fragile life can be."

An elevator door opened, Harry and the Bones women entered. The door closed and the car began its descent. Just then, one of the others pinged. Out stepped a bearded elderly man in a dark business suit. He headed for the nurse's station. The car carrying the recently released patient ran down to the ground floor and opened. No one was inside. The bearded gentleman inquired about a patient and met a blank expression when he replied in the negative as to whether he was related.

x x x x x

"Welcome, Harry, to Metacarpus Mansion." Susan declared grandly "Apologies for my somewhat demented ancestors."

He shrugged and entered the main foyer "I think it's brilliant." He declared, then noticed "Err… are those, uhh, bones?" He was looking at the grand staircase. The railing consisted mostly of whole legs or arms.

"A few aren't yet." Susan explained "But yeah, and not just bones but Bones. Family tradition. The handrail is made up of rib-bones."

He gave a quizzical look "You sure you're a Hufflepuff?"

"The Bones have been magical for thirteen centuries, Harry." Amelia put in "Time enough for a good mix. I could give you the statistics. But you can look it up, a History project maybe."

Still feeling overwhelmed, Harry just nodded "I …uhhh… thanks. I was hoping to see the Potter home too."

"Nothing wrong with that." Amelia replied "Two things, however. You are still underage and, remember, out on bail. Just out of the hospital, give it a couple of days. And the first visit, for safety, I will go with you."

Harry nodded sullenly and grumbled "Waited sixteen years. What's another day?"

"Nights will be spent here." Amelia continued, ignoring the objection.

Susan nudged him, playfully, and said "Aw…lighten up Harry… just think we get to spend all day together."

"Last rule." Amelia said "It is two weeks before we come up for a hearing. I am handling things. Rest, Harry, relax. We will discuss it, but not now."

Harry was still bothered by what he'd learned and began "What about-"

"Hush!" exclaimed Amelia "Not a word. Do not even think about it, until I come to you. Susan, you as well."

Both teens copied each other. Heads turned to the other, then to Amelia. Back again. Nods.

x x x x x

There was a knock on the door of the Granger home. Hermione finished giving her mother a cup of tea and proceeded to answer. It was quite a shock when she opened it "Professor Dumbledore!" she squeaked "Sorry, for a moment, I didn't quite recognize you!"

"Quite alright my dear." He replied with his habitual twinkle "News of the trouble at King's Cross has made its way to my ears. How are your parents?"

She answered "Physically, Mum is fine. Loss of the baby, pregnancy at her age is uncommon. It was probably her last chance. Dad, it will take months for him to heal. Doctors say he'll walk again with most of his former ability. But he's coming home in a wheelchair! A wheelchair! Professor!"

"You have my deepest sympathy, Miss Granger." He said "I will ask Madam Pomfrey to consult. I am certain she can provide potions and other magical treatments to accelerate your father's recovery."

Hermione smiled brightly and exclaimed "Thank you, sir!"

"Regrettably, I am sure you understand" added Dumbledore "even magic cannot bring back to dead. At least, not the kind of magic-"

She interrupted him "I know. Professor, would you care to come in? Have some tea?"

"Regrettably, I must decline." He said, politely "Might I enquire if you know of Harry's whereabouts? He is not where he is supposed to be."

Hermione's face turned to stone and she answered "You will forgive me, Professor, but I neither know nor care."

"It is really quite important that I find him, Miss Granger." Dumbledore persisted "For Harry's safet-"

She cut him off, quite in opposition to her usual behavior "To be blunt, Professor, I don't care a pile of skrewt dung for Potter! He killed my baby brother and crippled my father. Just now I'm half inclined to sign up with Voldemort! Now, if you don't mind, I think I hear Mum."

"I regret, that is not sufficient." Said Dumbledore, his wand came out in a flash "Legilimens!" For such a powerful young witch, he was surprised at how easy she was to read. Her mind was very neatly and logically organized. As such, transparent as glass. He stunned her lightly and carried her into the house.

Michelle Granger awkwardly pulled herself to her feet, confronting the intruder "Who are you? What do you want?"

"My apologies, Mrs. Granger." He answered, setting daughter beside mother "Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. I merely stopped by to convey my concern and offer assistance in your and your husband's healing. Miss Granger is a bit overwhelmed, I believe. She looks tired. I will let myself out." His main goal unfulfilled, he walked down the street until no one was visible and dissaparated.