Danny lightly rapped on Kit's office door. "Danny," Kit said when he looked up from the mounds of paperwork covering his desk, "should you guys be getting ready for you trip. You plane leaves in a few hours."
"Well," the man from the future began, "you see, Kit, there's a few..... little problems that I don't think we took into account that Grimm just pointed out to me."
"Really? What's that?"
"How are we going to get into Italy?"
"Well, by plane, of course. That's why I bought the tickets."
"No. That's not what I meant. I know how we're going to GET there, but how are we going to get INTO the country. Chance is legally dead in this dimension. Grimm claims to be also. I haven't even been born yet. And God only knows who's looking for the Eurostar, which makes getting Ed in, Raptor or not, hard as hell."
"Oh," Kit sank into his seat. "I see your point." He began to nervously bite his nails.
