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Demeter's green sphere crashed into the left pew of the cathedral. Dizzy and unaware of her location she let go of Ptolemy's coat.
"Why did we crash?" asked Ptolemy rubbing the place where a small bump was beginning to form on his head.
"I have no idea," said Demeter looking at the stained glass windows of the cathedral, "It's possible that the Tracers found a way to trap me in Lambastia."
"In that you are correct." said a disembodied voice coming from two floating gray eyes.
"Tracer." said Ptolemy to the floating eyes.
"That is Agent Dent to you worm." said the Tracer,"Now come quietly Demeter or your doctor buddy here gets it."
The Tracer phased into existence, his clothes were ragged through battle and uncontrolled teleportation. His black hair was slicked back and revealed several scars, however these scars only added to his shadowy beauty.