Madrox wrapped an arm around the dupe's head, pulling him in so he could absorb him sooner rather than later. The sensation was both novel and familiar -- he just hadn't decided if it was a good thing or not.

"Oh, I have plenty of ideas," he assured her. "But only a handful of them are practical." He crossed his arms, and for a moment it was easy to imagine that they were back on a case and that, any second, now, Guido was going to walk through the door. Unsurprisingly, he didn't. "Our first order of business should be finding out who else has been on a tropical vacation."