[That hug farewell is returned in kind. The top of Sypha's head is showered in kisses, because if this all goes to shit, they'll be apart for longer and will regret not doing the old good-byes.]

Four hours exactly. Perhaps an extra half hour if packing the mirror proves to be a greater difficulty.

[He had checked to make sure it was easily put into a trunk, Sypha had enchanted the thing to be certain, but they now all had to account for error. The trunk was the only think traveling with Alucard, all other bags were being passed through the mirror here and now.

Alucard's eyes remain on the location shown in the mirror. He's pensive, arms folded across his chest.]

Go. I'll be there soon.