Elliot picked up another handful of floo powder and dropped it into the fireplace, ready to try again on getting to Gawain's. Nothing happened in the fireplace — no green flames. So he was stuck here. Elliot sighed. It was probably too much to hope that no one would be home?

A woman opened the door. He turned to her, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Elliot Carmichael," he offered, "I appear to be in the wrong house."