"Nothin' specific," Eliot said. "Something's goin' on, and those that are doin' it are tryin' to keep us from noticing. Puttin' on a happy face." He nodded to a passing rickshaw. Which -- wasn't that the same rickshaw he'd seen go past twice already? "But Sparkle says he ran into a damn forcefield on the mainland when he tried to head home, and Hardison isn't getting any signals from off island. No cell, no satellite, no nothin'."