"Michael," said the host of Sobek simply for all to hear. That way he didn't have to tell every person his name individually. A Volksvagen van then appeared out of nowhere, and by the looks of it, it had some sort of pocket dimension inside that basically made it.... "bigger on the inside". What a relief, Michael definitely didn't feel like sitting close to anyone.... particularly not Myra. He felt a twinge of guilt as he remembered her name and how hurt she looked, but he quickly shook away the thoughts. 

"Might as well. But know where we have to start?" Michael asked the driver as he stepped inside.