Phoebe) Well, last I heard he was getting his License To Italic back after it was taken from him by the UK's Italic-ing council.
Hope) He said that it would only take about 3 days!
Glory) Why are we even bothering to look for him?! He's been a pain in the ares since day one!
Hope) Oh shut up!!! It was YOU who was so worried when he didn't reply to any of our e-mails!
Phoebe) ANYWAY, y'know the cars? And my scooter?
Hope & Glory) Ye-es...
Phoebe) Well, Italics gave me these things to put on them which would allow us to get to the council!
Hope) Wow! Lets go!
Glory) Yeah!
Phoebe) Ok! I'll go get my scooter! You 2 attach your cars to it when I get back!
*She runs off and gets it.*
Hope and Glory in their cars.
Hope above, Glory below.
*WHOOOOOOOOOOSH!*
*They are suddenly being pulled through some sort of purple and pink portal.*
Glory) THIS MUST BE SOME KIND OF TIME-AND-SPACE VORTEX!!
Hope) HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
Glory) THEY ALWAYS LOOK LIKE THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!!!!
*They are pulled through to an impossibly whit atrium. A man in long white robes looks up and them in mild surprise.*
Man) Ah! There you are! I believe that you are here about your friend and companion Markus?
Phoebe) What?
Man) *Sigh* Italics wasn't his real name y'know!
Phoebe) Anyway, we want to know why he hasn't been answering any of our e-mails!!
Man) Well, we have had some, er, complications with his, er, rooms, so he has had to have to been moved to a, er, stronger dwelling place.
Phoebe) Ok, let me through.
Man) Young lady, I'm afraid you need a--
Phoebe) I DON'T CARE!! JUST SHOW ME WHERE HE IS OR YOU WILL MOST UNFORTUNATELY HAVE A COLLISION WITH MY FIST!!!!
Man) Er, this way, young lady... by the way, what is your name?
Phoebe) Regina Dove.
Man) Not fooled easily, eh?
Phoebe) No. I've just read Skulduggery Pleasant.
Man) Of course. Just through here...
*Pause.*
Phoebe) Oh God!!!
Dun dun dun duuuuun!!


