John was just sitting at home, just another typical Tuesday. Then there was a knock at the door. No one came to answer it so he grudgingly did it himself. John hadn't been having the best day. That morning his goldfish Mr. Golding had died. He hadn't been surprised; the fish had already out lived its average life expectancy by two months (the average life expectancy is ten months). Still it had been tragic when Mr. Golding had died. John was snapped from his day dream by a much louder knock at the door, one that sounded like it would knock the door down. When John got to the door he saw a very pale raven haired boy and an enormous mountain of a man. The boy brushed past him and said "I'm here for Mr. McAllister." John blinked unbelievingly. He must have noticed because he said "What's wrong, you look like you don't believe me." John was stunned. This Irish boy (quite obvious by his accent) was the infamous Artemis Fowl. John was, as usual, expecting to be the youngest party in this business transaction. He said, still not believing that this boy could be Artemis Fowl," I-I'm John McAllister." For a moment the Irish youth looked surprised, but that quickly faded into his previous businesslike manner. "Alright, let's get down to business," he said. "I'm Artemis Fowl as you have probably already guessed. Butler, would you come in." John glanced out the door to the mountain of a man that was apparently Artemis's butler and saw a slightly shimmering patch of air right above my mother's geranium patch. He walked out to it and said, "Hey what's this?" then there was a flash of light and everything went dark.