The black hole seems almost to boil, the space around it turning red hot, before collapsing in on itself and vanishing, freeing all those remaining from its gravity.

Haru sits up.

The carriage can get gently placed down.

"Is anyone injured?" asks the figure in a strangely resonating voice. The driver volunteers that he can't feel his arm, but the carriage occupants are evidently without anything significant.

"Might have bruises, nothing worse."

A nod.

"We'll wait for another carriage to pass then."

"Those clowns arrived in one, we got out of it a ways away and then they clearly didn't leave in it, though I confess I don't know how to drive the thing."

The driver isn't confident about his ability to drive it with his arm broken, but as it turns out an elderly man in fine clothing who was in the wrecked carriage has some experience and the driver can instruct him if necessary. 

Haru leads them back to the abandoned carriage that Those Clowns left behind.

The armored figure flies beside the carriage, missing out on the awkward silence inside it.

Hopefully being flung across the road did good things for Haru's credibility as Not A Murderer.

Not good enough to get them to talk to him, evidently. As they get closer to London an older woman in the carriage will ask him if there's a place they should drop him off.

"I've been staying at the Oakhill estate."

Another awkward silence.

"Perhaps if you intend to head towards the noble quarter you would prefer a ride from our armored guardian?"

"I am new in the area and if it would be too far out of your way I certainly have no intention of insisting, but Lady Oakhill might be in a better position to return this carriage to its owner without further incident after it's served its purpose tonight."

"It would be impolite for the carriage to return with another driver - we'll see it turned into the city constabulary so it can get to its original owner."

"I can fly you to the Oakhill manor," comes the echoey voice of the armored protector from outside the carriage.

"All right, thank you."

Haru gets dropped off on the outskirts of London, where the armored figure can wrap their arms around him.

He attempts to steady himself in the grip - not that he expects this person's grip isn't as adequate as his, and when he can use his superpowers he flies around all the time - brushes against their hand -

A flicker of guiding, of strong compatibility somehow very far away, and the distant brush of a psychic connection.

"- who are you? Please?"

"Hrm?" asks the vibrating voice.

"It's a long story but how can I find you again, I assume you're busy but I can explain some better time -"

"I can find you."

"Okay, please do, it's important, it's just such a long story."