"Tefé, she's called. Big mess," John said quietly. "Complicated. She's not really mine...I was just on loan for the occasion. Owed the elemental a favor." He smiled faintly at the memory. Abby Holland had been so furious when he'd reclaimed his body just a little sooner than expected. Then again, Abby had always managed to find a reason to be furious with him. "Doesn't know who she really is, I don't think, or that I exist." He contemplated the ornate ceiling, still bearing subtle traces here and there of the extensive repair work that had been done on the old place. "I hope she doesn't. Ever."