And Daphne hauls off the still-bewildered wanna-be cultist somewhere he won't be able to see what she's doing and draws out the circle Nick gave her.

Nick does not immediately appear. He's still downloading things.

Good thing he warned her that might happen. She notes down the address of the place, insofar as it has one, to tell the police where to find the attempted murderer, and checks the pantry for edibles, and makes herself a sandwich.

He reappears soon enough, holding a big backpack. "Hello again. I called in favors, downloaded a library. Zero clue how to get this thing to talk to two century old computers though."

"Maybe we can find a mage with a compatible transcription spell. Want a sandwich?"

"Sure, thanks."

He hesitates. Then, "Talk about luck that I get summoned cross-world right in front of a pretty girl to redundantly rescue."

"I guess we're both pretty lucky then."

He laughs, and makes himself a quick sandwich. "Interesting times ahead. Shall we go ferry you and your car somewhere less dank and gloomy, and inform the law about your miscreant?"

"Sounds about right. It's not that far back to the University, and the police station's between here and there. I--hm. I know the route by road, but not as the crow flies."

"Roadwise shouldn't be a problem. I am way faster than a crow."

"...How fast are you?"

"Fairies don't have a speed limit. Practically speaking, I try to avoid significant fractions of c... Well, I guess we do have a limit, the speed of light, my bad."

"I think that might be the opposite of practically speaking, but that's awesome."

"Being a fairy is great, it's true. Alas, as far as I know there is no way to become one. But when humans at large finally figured out summoning on the other Earth, space colonization became much cheaper. The price of orbital, um, insertion is a couple trays of muffins, not however many thousands of dollars per kilogram."

"That sounds amazing. Our space program's pretty much stalled at this point, I think."

I definitely plan to give this world's sciences a good, solid kick. They eradicated malaria in 2030 or so, off the top of my head."

"Excellent." She finishes her sandwich. "Oh--when we get to the police station, it might be best if you waited in the car, or maybe even a bit into the woods in case they want to search my car again. That guy'll probably end up spilling that you coerced him into unsummoning you, and it might prompt awkward questions about why you were willing to threaten someone to send you home if you were just coming right back if they see you."

"I can stay away, sure. But how will you explain the supposedly broken down car moving?"

"It's just a flat tire. If you're as fast as you say, replacing it before going out to the station shouldn't be difficult."

"I don't actually know how cars work, but I'm sure it won't be hard to fix it together."

"Changing a spare tire is easy, yeah."

"Let's go, then." He noms the last of his sandwich then floats toward the door.

Daphne's car is far enough down the road to not be visible from the cabin, but not enough to take more than a couple of minutes for even Daphne's ploddy human feet.

He asks anyway, "I can give you a quick lift over there?"

"Oh, sure. Thanks."