On an average day, most of the time he's awake Nick pays attention with half a brain, trying to grab one of the incoming summons. He's finally the first one to respond about halfway through a recording of some old TV show.
"No, I get it, I would be slapping knife guy awake right now at the prospect of engineering books from a hundred fifty years in the future."
"I'm not literally slapping him awake because I haven't finished learning everything this century has to offer, but--yes. That."
"A forest a few miles away from Borgia University, where I study. My car's broken down a little ways off into the treeline."
"I can fly a car easy if you need it. Maybe after resummoning me, though." Poke, poke, wake up knife guy.
He wakes up groggily.
"Sounds good. I don't think we have any animate willow trees in this forest to crash into, so that shouldn't be a problem. ..Um, do you still have Harry Potter in a hundred and fifty years?"
"Sounds vaguely familiar. I'll just write off the willow thing as a pop culture reference. Dont mind the threats they're for show."
He speaks up. "Hey, knife guy. You are going to unsummon me or you're going to regret it." His rusty knife hovers in front of him threateningly.
"Unsummoning me works by chanting 'return to whence you came, fairy' in your head until it takes." No it doesnt, Nick just thinks it'll be amusing. "You have two minutes."
Actually it's closer to one minute, he gave a safety margin. Nick disappears.
And flies off to call in some favors and copy most of a library to his little computer.
And Daphne hauls off the still-bewildered wanna-be cultist somewhere he won't be able to see what she's doing and draws out the circle Nick gave her.
Good thing he warned her that might happen. She notes down the address of the place, insofar as it has one, to tell the police where to find the attempted murderer, and checks the pantry for edibles, and makes herself a sandwich.
He reappears soon enough, holding a big backpack. "Hello again. I called in favors, downloaded a library. Zero clue how to get this thing to talk to two century old computers though."
"Maybe we can find a mage with a compatible transcription spell. Want a sandwich?"
"Sure, thanks."
He hesitates. Then, "Talk about luck that I get summoned cross-world right in front of a pretty girl to redundantly rescue."
He laughs, and makes himself a quick sandwich. "Interesting times ahead. Shall we go ferry you and your car somewhere less dank and gloomy, and inform the law about your miscreant?"
"Sounds about right. It's not that far back to the University, and the police station's between here and there. I--hm. I know the route by road, but not as the crow flies."