With a bang, the clinic door was shoved open, and Harry rushed in like a whirlwind. Seeing Peter coming down from the second floor, he asked in confusion, "Why are you here? I went to your house, and your aunt said you hadn't come back tonight. I was worried sick."
Peter yawned and stretched. "Doctor isn't here, and this clinic isn't exactly in a safe location. I'm staying here to keep thieves away."
Harry hurried to the island counter, poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down. Then he said, "Quick, pack your things and come to Hollywood with me!"
"What happened?"
"I called Mary Jane last night. She was fine, but that doesn't mean my dad hasn't done anything. Earlier today, I heard from our old butler that my dad sent someone to Hollywood to persuade Mary Jane to break up with me!"
"But luckily, when my dad's man arrived, Mary Jane was shooting on location somewhere else. He didn't find her, so we have to get over there right away and stop him!"
Peter did not ask why he had to come along. He could see that Harry was panicking, so he immediately grabbed the phone beside him and said, "I'll go home and pack, then we'll head straight to Los Angeles."
"There's no time. We have to leave now. I've already got a plane ready."
"A plane is too slow." Peter dragged Harry out of the clinic, then pulled a ring from his pocket. "You need to know, the times have changed... Open!"
More than ten minutes later, Peter and Harry appeared in an alley in Los Angeles. Harry was still dazed. He had never had any contact with magic, much less knew how his best friend had opened a portal.
But he was even