(you can't find kate. she's gone to michaels to get khaat, remember?)
"Kate should be there soon," Robert said. "Alette is going to be awhile, so don't count on her coming today. I can't begin to release her until she's out of her coma and out of Intensive Care. And, as much as I'd like to see her not go to Michaels, I don't know if I'll talk him into letting her go any place else."
Kate went to Michaels and saw Khaat dressed and packed. Michael, as much as he loved Khaat, hadn't so much as thought about putting on the kettle, much less cooking. Khaat was out of place and was sitting on the sofa feeling about as comfortable as a woman waiting on a bus. Michael had dressed and shaved and was finishing dressing, and Khaat knew she was holding him up.
"She doesn't have to go," Michael said, snatching up his jacket and putting it on in a hurry.
"She'll be fine," Kate reassured Michael gently. She went over to Khaat and gently got her up from the sofa, sensing how insecure and backwards Khaat felt. "I've got this, Michael. Take care of Alette." She kissed Michael's cheek and then apparated Khaat and herself to the farm.
"Here?" Khaat asked, seeing where she was.
"Yes. Home," Kate said. She took Khaat's bag and set it on the floor and helped her to a kitchen chair. Then Kate put on a kettle of almond tea for her.