“Sorry but we really don’t have time for this,” he said simply. The tired griffons around them groaned in various states of exhaustion. Ghosts still poured in but they were fewer now. He saw several outside heading towards the forward carriages. He turned to the front of the carriage. There was a doorway leading to the next passenger carriage, and he could see fighting going on through the window. His pulse raced and he smiled maniacally. Why couldn’t he feel like this all the time? It was amazing. “I got things to do,” Handy said, rushing past the exasperated Joachim and breaking down the doors between him and the next carriage as he engaged in the fight with wild enthusiasm.