John looked at him for a long moment, waiting for him to remember something forgotten.

"Really?" he asked, then chuckled.

A wave of his hand and out floated gloves, a hat, and a scarf, a set for each of them, as well as John's warm outer robes.

"Now we can go."

A complicated gesture and a portal opened to the King's Realm where a market was bustling on the cold, clear day. John's lonely tower caught hold of every storm, it seemed. Even cold, the bright sun was welcome.

"I smell food," was the first thing out of his mouth when he stepped through.