[Laughing once more, a sort of wheezing chuckle, Archie flings an arm across Horatio's shoulders and begins to walk him in the direction of the building standing on the beach, which marks the exit point of the tunnel. How he's going to explain the transporter to Horatio, he's not sure. After a few steps, he picks up the bag and flings it at his friend.]

There's a shirt and shoes in there for you, although at least they had the decency to bring you in May. When I arrived in January, they had me stuck up in a tree on a windy day.