Harry had been gone for six months, almost seven. Even the most devoted and loyal would begin to lose hope. Nickolaus Richter, who was supposed to be working as a guardian angel for the Mansel family had refused to even try to look for Harry. Cheri Noble had looked a few times in London to no avail. Mephistopheles couldn’t find him. None of Harry’s family (both that of blood or business) could find him. Yet he appeared, through a magical portal, into Elena’s office in Lynn Security.
He spoke of faeries and their stupid faerie games and not wanting to play anymore. He seemed emaciated and had lost tone throughout his body. His scientists took what they could to investigate, including the small treasure chest that accompanied him. Elena called upon Cheri to help fix him the next day, knowing that while he might be able to afford the best doctors, Harry couldn’t afford to be seen as weak in business.
None except the most intimate of Harry’s inner circle knows the truth of where he had been, most assuming that he suffered from a work related incident. Luckily, Elena had everything running smoothly in the business while Harry was away, and quickly came up with an equivocation about where he had been all that time.