His head was throbbing,

how did I get here? maxwell thought to himself

and were is here?

He would have sat there longer if not for the thing, a nagging in the back of his mind, as if he'd forgotten something important, very important.

"You want to save her, don't you carter" the voice seemed to come from all around the magician, but all at once it came from nowhere.

Maxwell's memory snapped CHARLIE!. "What have you done with Charlie?" Maxwell challenged

"Oh shes safe... For now." Came the voice's eerie response "What do you mean "For now"?", "and for that matter," he followed up "Who or what are you exactly, and how do you know my name?" "Well" the voice shot back "You can call me Mr. Skitts, and as for what I am" a wind rustled the pages of the book that had fallen close to maxwell, "Well I believe you have a very good idea of what I am."

To be continued...