"Where the hell am I?" The skeleton looked surprised and a little confused, which should be impossible due to its lack of skin, muscles or nerves. Nevertheless, it was a very confused skeleton.
YOU CAN SEE ME? It asked. Or at least, Sirius had the memory of it asking him that, but when he thought about it, he couldn't actually recall the skeleton's jaw moving. While he was trying to figure it out, the skeleton continued. AND WHERE HAS RINCEWIND GONE NOW? I SUPPOSE IT WAS TOO MUCH TO HOPE FOR HIM TO DIE AT LAST. Sirius frowned. The last thing he could remember was dodging Bellatrix's curse. Then he had fallen, and…somehow wound up here. He turned to the skeleton again, to find it had vanished.
Meanwhile, the people on horses had caught up to him. There was a lot of shouting and confusion, in which Sirius was able to quietly transform into a big, black dog, and sneak off.
Rincewind, once again, was running for his life. He didn't even know what he'd done wrong. He'd been perfectly polite, and had merely asked to use the toilet. Next thing he knew, he was being chased by angry men on horses. Better yet, Death had turned up again, and was keeping pace alongside him.
IT WOULD BE EASIER IF YOU JUST GAVE IN. Death told him. Rincewind shook his head, and carried on running. REALLY THOUGH, WHAT SORT OF LIFESTYLE IS THIS? The skeleton continued. YOU-
He was cut off, as Rincewind ran on through a grey curtain that had not been there before. When he emerged, he found himself in a room with walls of grey stone. He was standing on a raised platform. However the most important thing about the room was the fully fledged war going on inside it. Rincewind yelped, and dropped to the floor, arms over his head, as a green jet of light shot over his head. He stayed there, quivering, until he felt someone prod his shoulder.
Rincewind let out an enormous yell, and bolted for the door. At least, he tried to. There were several people standing in the way. He momentarily considered trying to push past them, then gave up, sagging. A boy with messy hair, glasses and a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead stepped forward.
"Wh-where's Sirius?" He asked Rincewind, pointing a short wooden stick at the Wizzard's chest.
"Who?" Rincewind replied, nervously.