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[The gaseous form of Bartimaeus coalesced and formed his most familiar shape - that of the boy, Ptolemy. He looked around his current surroundings, wondering where he was. Nowhere he had yet visited on Earth seemed familiar. This place was so...different. It almost had a tinge of The Other Place to it.] O-kay, so I'm somewhere wierd again. Oi, Nat - where are you? This place smells worse than your armpit.

[A look of realization crosses his face]

Nat? [pats his body down]

We...you...did it work? [looks around again] I'm not in England anymore... [looks at the floor and seems to be looking for something, a wide, wide smile spreading across his bronzed features]

No pentacles. Ahh, if Faquarl could see me now. Ha! Bartimaeus always wins, Faquarl!!!

I wonder if the brat is round here somewhere..... Not that I care.