Unconscious Summons
Apparently I would have been better off with one of the other comments. Nathaniel shrieked again, this time cutting off halfway through due to either me stepping forward to put a hand over his mouth, or the fact that he fainted, or both.
At least he'll shut up, I thought, but now I have to carry him. Ugh! Maybe I'd be better off knocking him up against the wall until he died, and then cutting him with a shard of glass to make it look like he was the one whose blood was spilled. Even though I'd combust, it'd be much more refreshing than dying a slow death protecting him...and definitely a lot more fun.
But even I knew that I couldn't do that. So, I carried him out to his chaffeur1, drove him home, deposited him in his chair, and rushed out of the office to find Kitty.
Late at night, I flew as an orb of light over London, looking desperately for Kitty. I knew that if I didn't find her soon, I wouldn't have much of a chance later. My mind, being more intelligent than a humans mind by more than ten times, had already picked out the spots that were most likely she would be taken2.
As I swooped into the dark alley, I saw a trail of blood- a lot of it-never a good sign-and followed it. I rounded the corner, glimpsed a flash of red and gray with a glance of brown, decided that it was a trick of the 3 light, and picked up a scrap of paper from the ground. It read:
You have no chance. Give up, Bartimaeus.
-Jackelhead
1. Who, by the way, was absolutelydelicious.
2. I didn't find her, of course, but I found something else.
3. Bad. For such a popular city, London has terrible lighting problems in alleys...