"Diana?"
"Uhuh?"
"This isn't your bathroom, is it?"
"…"
"…"
"Oh, YES!"
"Oh, SHIT!"
Let's back up a little bit, shall we?
After she'd successfully managed to drag a hysterical Diana out of the circle, Artemis had staggered a few more feet towards the bathroom door and dropped Diana rather unceremoniously to open the door.
"Ow! What the hell?!"
"Sorry, I can't carry you and open the door at the same time…" Artemis had grabbed the bronze door handle and turned…
Suddenly, the doorknob in Artemis' hand had melted away as a violet thread of light struck it. The carpeted floor morphed into a deep cherry hardwood, and the walls were suddenly covered with shabby bookshelves filled with equally careworn books. The room was focused around the small desk in the center. Mounds of papers added to the crowded atmosphere, covering almost every available surface. In the midst of this chaos stood a recently awakened, very confused, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden.
"What the hell is going on?" Harry raked his fingers through his disheveled hair, and squinted at the pair of wide-eyed teenage girls that had, for no apparent reason, appeared on top of his case files.
"I was going to ask you that…" said Diana in a voice that hinted at hysterics close at hand. Her eyes began to dart around the room, searching for a certain item in Harry's possession.
Artemis' normally tan face had gone a pasty white, and she slumped to her knees. "Wha…what…" She swallowed hard, and sat against the wall, breathing very hard.
Diana soon joined her after discovering that the skull was not there. She was staring at Harry, who had yet to give a proper reaction.
Harry sighed and ran his hand across his stubble-dotted jaw, rubbing at the skin, then extended a hand to the side. A hockey stick shot across the room and nestled itself neatly in the curve of his palm. He slowly grasped it, then looked around the room for your friendly neighborhood ghost. Not finding him, he called out. "Bob! Get in here! Something…odd…is going on!"
And then Mr. Diehard Obsession himself walked through the door.