"I'm here," Karen confirms as she leans back, her hands still on his shoulders, beaming right back at him because it's impossible to do anything else. She can't remember the last time she saw Foggy this happy. Then again, it's seemed like the only times she's seen him recently back home had been when something awful had happened.

"You're here," she amends, baffled but clearly pleased. "When did you get here?" He dry and not reeling with confusion, so he couldn't have come out of the fountain just now.