Everyone was now staring at Ilya, waiting for him to speak. Haden had bungled his part, but it would be hard for anyone to explain this. "My name is Igor Pechorsky. What Haden here said is correct, I will vouch for him. 16 years ago, your parents gave me the task of finding a safe home on Earth for you and few others. I told this to him a few minutes ago, and he believed me, perhaps because he was at least old enough to have some memories of his birth parents. Mei, I'm sorry I couldn't find an actual family for you, but the Buddhist temple was kind and understanding.

I can tell you find this hard to believe. I do not want to frighten you, and I will never bother you again if you so choose. For now, I will walk away. If you believe me, or if you simply want to find out, hold onto some part of me, the back of my jacket, my shoulder, it does not matter. In a few short steps I and anyone tagging along will be at my farm halfway across the globe. I will bring you back if you want, but this is the only bit of "magic" I can show to you."

Ilya walked forward slowly, peaking over his shoulder to see if anyone wanted to come. Once they had made up their mind, he pictured his little house outside Murom, and concentrated. The boots he had would bring him and his companions there in the blink of an eye.