Pickle, looking rather battered, emerged from another bush clutching his book and trying to straighten his hat. Kal gave him a meaningful look.
"That surprise is still waiting..."
"Nonono, it's just a matter of reversing the time stream, I think we've ended up in the world that comes after ours, or possibly one that's in an alternate dimension to ours, dimension-slipping is a common fault, I can correct it no trouble...ahah!"
Once again, the deep breath and the mystic waving of hands. It put Kal in mind of someone trying to fight off a swarm of wasps.
"Nos es sic iens morior!"
After the now-customary slight pause and 'poof', Kal put his hands on his head to stop it unscrewing and floating away and took a suspicious look around. If that damnfool mage had screwed up for a third time, there were going to be bits of magical moron scattered over quite a large part of the surrounding area...
They seem to have ended up in a garden centre in Dunstable. Surrounded by old ladies.
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