A/N: My (long-awaited) tell-all chapter! Believe me, a lot of things will be cleared up here (and more questions will arise! Mua-ha-ha-ha!)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in here. Except for the plot. I don't even own Callidus or Milo! (Yup, they're OCs I didn't make up)

TobiasHawk: Sorry, I have already decided who the charrie is who's calling Karma, but I'll use yours, too.

Yggdrasil: Thanks for all the characters! I have some intresting creative neurons flashing right now…

Felix von renselear: Well hello (AAAAAAAAAAH! CORPSE BRIDE IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER!). You're right. If you ever wanted to talk to me you could just run down the hall. Or walk. Or float.

Chapter 3: In Which Karma's True Identity is Revealed and Another Djinn Makes an Entrance.

Karma took a moment to arrange her features. Let's see. Fangs…check. Talons…check. Glowing red eyes…check. Frightening scaly body…

A huge bang erupted in the center of the pentacle. The pentacle was lit up for a few seconds, until an eruption of green smoke and river water exploded from a point somewhere in the middle of the air. Karma could hear her summoner hacking and wheezing, either from the smoke or the stench of the water.

"Demon…" the unseen person choked out, "I charge you to-" wheeze- "Tell me your name!"

Karma let the smoke fall, showing her appearance. She stood as an alligator, but on her hind legs, dressed in a worn old tunic. Towering nine feet high, her appearance was intimidating to some, but not to the person who stood in the smaller adjacent pentacle. As soon as she could see the face of that person, she gasped. "You!" she snapped with disgust. "You!"

"I charge you to tell me your name!" the person snapped.

"You know my name." Karma said calculatingly.

"Very well." The magician sighed. "Queezle."

Karma, actually Queezle, winced. Her gamble hadn't paid off. She had prayed that someone had missummoned her. Most people here believed she had perished in a golem's attack on the British Museum, but there were a few who knew the truth, that Queezle had been freed by the well-timed death of her master.

"Yes?" she sighed. "What is your charge?"

The person in the other pentacle glanced around uneasily. She, for it was a woman, leaned forwards. "Listen closely. I want you to-"

Nathaniel groaned. He rolled over onto his side and looked around at the surroundings. He was in a room, brightly lit, with the sun shining directly onto his face. "Where am I?" he asked nobody in particular.

"You are inside the house of Hazel Jones after being beaten up by aninth level afrit. Congratulations. I'm amazed you still have any hair left after being blasted by one of his detonations."

"Oh no." Nathaniel recognized that voice. He rolled over. "No wonder I feel like I was kicked in the stomach."

His djinn looked down at him. "No wonder. What were you doing anyway?"

"None of your business." Nathaniel groaned.

"Anyway, even if you did, you-"

"Callidus."

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

"As you wish, master."

"Where's Kitty and Karma?" Nathaniel rubbed his eyes and sat up. Callidus said nothing. "What?"

"You told me to shut up." Callidus whispered.

"You know, If I wasn't feeling this awful, you'd be stippled for that." Nathaniel glared at the djinn who was staring at him impudently.

"Ah, but you're not going to, are you?"

As Karma/Queezle followed her new mistress around the town, in the guise of a large white eagle, she scanned the crowds. This is sad. She thought. I hope nobody I know is here. I will never recover.

Her master stalked through the crowd, attracting glances from all who passed.

I don't see why she needs a djinni. If she ever was attacked in the street, she would have all the young men in London to protect her.

"Miss Farrar!" one of those young men appeared at the doorway of one of those of the more upper-class supply shops. "Miss Farrar!"

"Miss Farrar." Queezle said softly to herself. "Where have I heard that name before?"

"Ye-oh." Miss Farrar looked at the young man. "Hello, Mr. Worthy."

"Or, may I venture, Jane."

"Jane!" Queezle gasped. She knew who her mistress was!

"What is it, Mr. Worthy?"

"Do I need a reason to say hello to the most beautiful girl in the street?"

Queezle resisted the urge to gag.

Jane flushed. "Mr. Worthy! I know I'm scarcely a beauty, but…"

"My dear Jane, scarcely a beauty is like saying a diamond is just a rock!"

"This. Is. Nauseating." Queezle whispered.

Jane heard that, and frowned, twisting her mouth into a little red bow.

"Excuse me for a second, Mr. Worthy." She smiled, although it was a forced smile, and turned away from the young man.

"Go home. Now. Go directly home- no sidetracks, and wait for me there."

"Whatever you say, mistress." Queezle winked at her, and took off. Soaring through the thick London smog, she shot back to her house. Castle. Monumentous abode. Thing. Sailing over to one of the gargantuan windows, she flapped her wings and rode a thermal right into the window.

Flapping up to the ledge outside, Queezle shoved the window open and jumped inside, turning into the tried-and-true white kangaroo rat. She skittered over to the crackling fire, and warmed her paws on it. A rumbling started. Thunder? No, it was too regular to be thunder. She looked up…

"This is just not my lucky day is it?" Queezle sighed.

A huge black cat sat next to her, smiling at her and purring. Queezle immediately changed back into an eagle.

"Hello." The cat purred. "I'm Milo."

Queezle made no reply.

"In cases such as these the typical reply is 'Well hello, my name is ahem. How are you?" Milo half closed his eyes, looking both exasperated and bored.

"Um. Um. Well, hello there, my name is ahem. How are you?"

Milo rolled her (I take it she's a she) eyes. "Sarcasm. It's a fine art."

"Oh." Queezle said, feeling stupid. "I just lost about half my brain cells on that window. I'm Queezle."

"That's nice." Milo's eyes widened for a second, then carefully replied, "That's a very nice name."

A/N: So what do you think? Should I keep going? If I do, I'm not going to be updating so often. School, you know? I'm barely going to have writing time, what with all the mad parties going on in the dorms. Yup, that's me, being shunted off to boarding school. Boarding schools the man. You know who else is the man? Miss Mullins, down the hall, she's the man.

Okay, I'll just stop while I'm behind.

Gotta stay flahahahahah til I dahahahahah…

That's it, I'm done.

Oh, yeah, and what part should I try out for in the school play? It's Alice in Wonderland. Everyone either says I should be the March Hare or the Cheshire Cat. I NEED ADVICE!