Harry sighed. Delirious. Oh well. "Come on, I'll get you some blankets and pillows or something. You need sleep. And Bob needs to recover from your attack."

He looked around the room, grabbed a couple of throw pillows off of the couch, and lumped them together in a corner. He walked into the adjoining bedroom and snatched a couple of sheets from under his pillow, then went back to the pile he'd made and straightened them into somewhat of a person-sized rectangle. "Here, take these sheets and lay down over there, sleep should do you some good."

"You're too kind.", said Diana. "Just one question. How do you know I'm not a skinwalker or something? Well, no offense, but one has stood in front of you before and you didn't realize it."

"How do you know that?"

"No reason…"

Harry breathed out hard through his nose. "Look, sleep will be the best thing for you. It's two in the morning. Just...stay here, okay? I've got to check on your friend."

"Fine." she sat down and sighed heavily. Harry walked out of the room, towards the lab, muttering something about blood stains being hard to take out.

Diana's eyes were then drawn to a table sitting about 4 feet away from her. On it was placed…you guessed it, the skull. She stared at it for a few minutes, then gave a start as Bob materialized out of it. He caught sight of the girl on the couch, then rolled his eyes as her eyes widened.

"Oh my God…I am not worthy of your presence my lord…oh my God…should I curtsy?"

Bob raised an eyebrow as Diana continued with her hyperventilating.

""What a time to get Falcon in the Dive stuck in my head..."

"Well…I'll leave you to that. Harry probably needs some advice….", said Bob as he turned and walked away.

Advice just so happened to be exactly what Harry needed. He'd thrown out the now-blood-soaked napkin, decided to deal with the stain later, and had covered Artemis with the second sheet, but he had absolutely no idea what to do next.

He sat down gently next to her prone form and sighed deeply, staring at his knees, until the sound of Bob clearing his throat made him look up.

"They seem to know quite a bit about us.", said Bob.

"Well, at least that one does," Harry sighed, nodding at the bedroom door. "I haven't been able to get much out of this one at all. Her eyes are open but there's nothing going on behind them…what's that?" Harry bent down to pick up a small laminated piece of paper.

"What?"

"This. It must have fallen out of the other one's pocket or something" Harry straightened up.

"A business card?"

Harry read the card aloud.

"This membership card certifies that the bearer is indeed an official, sanctioned member of the seraglio of Hrothbert of Bainbridge, and is entitled to all privileges and pleasures Master Hrothbert deems fit to bestow. In return, the Harem Member solemnly pledges her unconditional love and obedience to Master Hrothbert and promises to faithfully perform her duties to the best of her abilities and her Master's satisfaction." Harry's left eye had begun to twitch and Bob's was struggling to suppress laughter. He turned the card over. "Her name is Oddly Pervy…" Harry gave Bob an incredulous look. "You've got a harem? You're way more twisted than I thought..."

Bob finally lost control and burst out laughing. When he finished, he stated with obvious joy, "It would seem so…"

"It would seem so? That's all you've got to say for your tendrils of...of...pervertedness that have somehow oozed into another dimension?" Harry shook his head. Typical, typical Bob...Harry shook his head once more, trying to clear it of several nasty thoughts, and tuned to the still chuckling spectre. "Look, we need to figure out what we're going to do with them both. For right now, this one," he said, gesturing at the blankly staring girl next to him. "Figure out what's wrong with her or something, I'm going to get some more coffee." He left the room.

Bob knelt next to Artemis and said to himself. "Looks like I have to go a bit deeper." He extended his hand over her chest once more and closed his eyes. The orange glow appeared around both of them this time and did not fade for over a minute. All the while, Bob knelt with a look of deep concentration on his face. After about 40 seconds, he shivered as if cold, and whispered, "No…that's not possible." The glow rapidly faded and Bob stared for a moment at Artemis before standing up and calling for Harry.

Just then, Harry walked back in the room, sipping from a Big Gulp-sized mug of coffee. He glanced up at Bob, then, seeing his stricken expression, flicked his gaze to Artemis and back to Bob.

"What...what's wrong? Is it that bad?"

Bob slowly turned his head towards Harry. "Winifred..." He stopped, swallowed hard, and tried again. "She's descended from Winifred."

Bet you knew that was coming, didn't you folks? Don't worry, it gets less predictable.