"And exactly whose idea was it to leave the cart alone where just anyone could saunter over and poke about?" Handy challenged as he brushed off the straw from his pants. Neither answered. Both it and his tunic were severely worn and in near tatters. The past month, as it was, had not been kind to Handy's attire. He wasn't sure where in the hell his socks had gone. He swore he had been wearing them before, but when he was taking off his armour for operation human-in-a-box, he was surprised to find them missing. The thought occurred to him that they and they alone were possibly whisked away by the vortex shard, but that would be ridiculous.