"Nighttime on magical island? Could be Godzilla," Teddy points out, easy sprint dropping off into a loping kind of jog as they hit the beach, bright enough with moon and starlight that Diana's easy to pick out right away.

No sign of giant lizards.

There's a person, though, who cuts shockingly familiar silhouette. It's really the bow that jolts him and his eyes go wide behind his newly island-gifted glasses.

"...Oh my God, Kate?"