“Where the hell are we?” said Steve.

The Jinx Town crowd laughed.

“What’s it say?” said Jorge.

“Look for the butcher shop. It’s behind that.”

“There,” said Jerry, pointing into the distance. He took a step, stumbled, and was yanked through the air the other way. Giselle had disappeared.

Jerry’s hands looked like they were holding on to empty air. “Dad! Dad! She’s gone, but I can feel her.”

“Hold on, son,” said Steve.

“She’s invisible,” said Jerry.

Steve looked around. “It’s that other woman,” he yelled. “She’s doing something with mirrors again.”

“I don’t think it’s mirrors,” said Jerry. He fell on his side and was dragged across the polished tile floor. The crowd hooted and laughed.

“Let up on the girl and my son,” yelled Steve, “or I’ll set my boar on you!”

With Sally clouding their minds, she and Giselle dragged Jerry a few more feet.

“One last chance,” said Steve, letting the boar’s leash out a few more links.

“Heretics!” yelled an old man from the top of the escalator.

Coop turned and saw a dozen robed figures pouring into the crowd.

“Who’s that?” said Bayliss.

“I have no idea,” said Coop.

“Should we tell Sally to stop before he lets the boar go?”

“I don’t think we have to,” said Coop.

Steve turned his demon boar around toward the robed mob running toward him. They pulled up short at the sight of the animal, but the old man wasn’t intimidated. He had his own beast: a six-foot-tall, iridescent pink puffer fish, with sharp, bony spikes and white steak-knife teeth. A gasp went up from the crowd. A few people applauded.

“How did you get here, you Abaddonian assholes?” said Steve.

“Marvin Hamlisch banana sandwich!” screamed Tommy. He sprinted, slipping, falling, and getting up again, across the mall to the Magister. “Marvin Hamlisch banana sandwich!”

“Tommy!” yelled Steve. “You traitorous asshat.”

Salzman and the Russians were ripping apart the façade of a vampire bar. When Salzman heard the commotion, he stopped searching for a minute. “This looks interesting,” he said.

“Who cares? Keep looking,” said Zavulon.

“I’m not so sure. Coop is up to something. I’m going to check it out,” Salzman said.

“Fine. Go. We’ll do the real work back here, shall we?”

“Tommy?” yelled Jerry, still being dragged around the floor by invisible forces. “Is it true?”

Tommy reached the Abaddonians and cowered behind them.

“Carol?” said the Magister, squinting at Tommy. “You’re not a girl.”

“I tried to tell you that,” Tommy said.

The Magister glared at him. “What have you done with Carol?” he said.

Tommy yelled, “I’m Carol!”