I've now got a brace of rabbit, and a bit of a hunger coming on

You realize that Clovis is going to watch you very closely from now on ...

Nice to meet you, Aimee. As a matter of fact, I have an appointment to see Miracleman tomorrow - a business proposition - although judging from the way he aims a paper airplane, he'll be a tough sell.

Oh, and this is ita. We met in another . . . world

If you'll excuse me I'm going to chase that turkey until one of us drops of exhaustion. ita, do you want to meet in that hobbit bar in a bit?

I tear around the paths as quickly as my legs will carry me. I may be on the stumpy side, but surely I can outrun a turkey.

I round a corner and . . . well, I'll be dipped. There's a whole, what, coven? of turkeys and they seem to be gloating over a bag of loot. Crooked turkeys! I have absolutely no compunction about diving into the group like Iggy Pop. Like Iggy's fickle fans, the turkeys make no attempt to catch me, but I manage to get one by the throat. As his buddies scatter, I grab my hunting knife and dispatch the bird as quickly as possible.

Thief or not, every quarry is worthy of the proper rituals, and I am careful not to leave out any of the correct thanks or sacrifices. As soon as the entrails are buried, I bag the bird and start hauling it back to town. The turkey is on one shoulder, and on the other I carry what seems to be a very nice designer satchel. I hope the bar has a lost and found and, cripes, no dress code.

"What can Miracleman do for you today?"

What an odd thing to be appearing on my wall, but that name seems so fami.... Ah, the memories are coming back. Bastard can give me back 500 years of my life, that's what he can do for me today. Maybe it's time to return to the living and have some vengence. That and some good food, the underworld has never been known for it's cuisine.

I conjure an elevator door and step it as it opens with a bell toll. With a press of the single button I'm traveling back to the living, tracing the message back to somewhere in the vincinity to its origin, and listening to annoying music. The elevator comes to a stop and the doors fly open. A few wraiths that hitched a ride come drifting out, seeking the shadows.

A person here appears to be angry about my elevator smashing up through the ground in the middle of his dwelling. I draw my sword and put an end to the annoyance. I've forgotten what a mess an annhilating blade makes.

Time to find a place to eat, returing the living world always makes me a bit peckish.

Ooh. Just a wee bit hungover this morning. I spent a bit more time in the bar that I had planned, but how could I not? Such nice, interesting people ita knows here.

I decide to grab breakfast and a hair of the dog. Back to The Prancing Pony, which is the only place I know. That is, this town is full of bars, taverns, cantinas, cafes and grottos, but I've been too busy to check them out. Gotta fix that.

I order a spiked coffee and a plate of ham and eggs from the manager, who seems to be alone at this early hour. As he slides the smoking mug of coffee to my seat, he leans over and whispers, "I wouldn't count on making your meeting today."

"What?" How does he know about my meeting? Was I talking that much last night.

"Shhhh!" He gestures to the corner. We're not alone after all. There's a hooded figure - man or woman I can't tell - ravenously scarfing down a huge plate of waffles.

"What's this about," I whisper cautiously.

"I'm not sure, but if you're planning to visit Miracleman, you might want to take an iron umbrella. Something's going down."

I am overcome with the sinking feeling that this business venture - like every one I've attempted beforehand - is doomed to failure. Sigh. Back to teaching, I guess.

"What can Miracleman do for you today?"

I walk past the wall and see the flames. Funny it should ask. Miracleman doing something for me is exactly why I came here. 15 years of searching for that "wizard" (I always say it in quotes in my head). I continue wandering through the night.

Finally, dawn breaks and I am in front on some horse place. Hmmm. I wonder what their waffles are like.

I step in and see the woman whose hunt I inadvertantly kinda ruined. I sit next to her and inquire.

"Hi. I'm still really sorry about the turkey. About Miracleman, will you be seeing him today? Would you mind if I tagged along? I have some, uh, business with him."

Hey! Nice to see you. Aimee, right? Sorry, I'm just a bit fuzzy this morning. You look like you could use a coffee yourself - my treat.

My new friend sits down and I gesture for another coffee. She orders waffles with brambleberries and asks me about the hunt. In answer I drag a wrapped parcel out of my bag.

Do you think Miracleman would appreciate smoked turkey? She nods and suggests that we make the trip together.

Sounds good. Okay, don't look like you're looking. Don't look! See that person over there? I think we'll have some company. The manager hinted that something bad is going to happen. By the way, do you happen to know any protection spells?

"I sense...a disturbance..."

"A disturbance, boss? An imbalance in the mystical forces of the universe, the life-energy that binds us all together?"

"No, no. Cable modem's acting wonky again."

I sigh. Communications are going to be a problem today, I think. Not only that, but I fear my little inquiry to Penny B. ended up on damn near every wall in this town. Must've forgot the pinky-crook when I did the gesticulation. I always forget the pinky-crook. Been a problem for thousands of years.

"Coffee, boss?"

"Yes, Hector, thank you. If you're making some."

"Already made."

"Great." Hector makes the foulest, thickest most venomous coffee in the multiverse. Only he and I truly appreciate its gut-searing effects. Everybody else requires milk, sugar and a hazmat suit.

I pull out the old nano-mystic laptop and decide to check my Infernalmail account. Spam, spam, spam...oh shit.

"Something the matter, boss?"

"Somebody recently left Hell is all. Somebody who may or may not..."

"You sure it wasn't a disturbance in the Force?"

"Not anymore I'm not, no."

I'm afraid I don't. One of the reasons I need to pay a visit to Miracleman. But, yes, he loves smoked turkey. Actually, he loves any kind of turkey.

You see Penny, long ago, before he came to this place, Miracleman trained in the strange land of Michigan. I also was training there at the request of my mother. You see, I was born with the power and mummy thought I needed to be taught to use it responsibly. Anyway, I met him there and he and I became, oh, I guess "involved" you could say. Anyway, to make a short story long and boring, I kind of jilted him. Well, he's quite revengeful. In matters of the heart anyway. And, I can be quite, oh, explosive. Without getting into too many details of the terrible argument we had, he took away my powers and put me in this outfit. I can't take it off. You've seen The Wizard of Oz? You know how when the witch tries to take the shoes off of Dorothy and she gets zapped? One of his favorite tricks. I about burned my boobs off the first time I tried to change.

I imagine that he knows I'm here. He's forever doing location spells on me. Lojack in a satin bra.

I shake my head and gulp down the coffee Penny has ordered for me. Anyway, I figure 15 years in this is enough. I want it to be red now.

Hey, that guy I'm not supposed to be looking at is staring at us.

Wow. Aimee has quite the exciting life. I'm from Northern Canada, and all we get is the occasional Warg attack, and, of course, the frequent plagues of federal goblins. A lingerie curse is certainly new to me. I want to ask about the garterbelt, but feel it would be rude at this early stage of our friendship.

She mentions the guy in the corner, who is now on his third plate of waffles. I draw a compact out of my back and do the old look-with-the-hidden-mirrow trick. The waffle fancier is hooded but I swear his eyes are glowing. I think we'll need a bit more liquid courage.