The two teams met near the center of town, just as night was beginning to fall. Fortunately, Baird was able to contact Jenkins, and the Door to the Annex was opened. Once safely inside, the shouting started.

"Jenkins, that town's a bloody nightmare! Some green guy dared me to punch him, and he just shook it off like it was nothing!"

"You think that's weird? We met a lady whose son is Tom Thumb. I'm not joking."

Jenkins raised his hands to silence them. "A green man and Tom Thumb? Not to mention a strange village that appeared out of nowhere and that seems to be surrounded by an endless forest? I think I may have the answer."

Baird cocked her eyebrow. "Mind sharing it with us then, Jenkins?"

"Mr. Jones, the green man you punched, did he tell you that he would return the blow in exactly a year and a day?"

"Uh, yeah."

"And Mr. Stone, you're sure that woman was the mother of THE Tom Thumb?"

"Pretty sure, Jenkins."

"Then that explains it."

"Explains what? Will someone please explain what's going on?"

"It's simple, Colonel. You've been transported to Camelot."

"WHAT!"

"Mr. Jenkins, that's impossible. Camelot doesn't exist."

"Oh, but you'd be wrong, Miss Cillian. Camelot did exist, a long, long time ago. It was a time when magic was still openly practiced, and powerful kings used it to secure their rule."

"Like King Arthur?"

"Correct. Now, Camelot was protected by Arthur and his followers, the Knights of the Round Table. They fought many diabolical monsters and magicians during their adventures, and none was more wicked, or more powerful, than Morgan Le Fay."

"Morgan wanted the throne of Camelot for her son Mordred. So she tried to make him immortal through her sorcery. Unfortunately, two of the Knights tricked her into making them immortal, and Mordred ultimately fell in battle against Arthur. Sadly, the damage had been done. With Arthur's death, Camelot was finished. Morgan disappeared and was never seen again. At least, that's what was assumed."

"What happened to Mordred?"

"Supposedly, he was buried and his coffin thrown into the sea. But it's never been found."

"Jenkins, is there any possibility that the coffin could have ended up in Maine?"

"It could be possible, Colonel, assuming that ocean currents carried it from the southern coast of England all the way to North America, and then hid it so well that no one would find it for centuries."

"But what if Morgan's after it? What if this is some cockamamy scheme to resurrect him? Without Arthur, there would nothing to stop him and his mom from taking over the world."

"You may be right after all, Colonel. And if so, we'll need to bring in a specialist. Someone who knows Camelot almost as well as I do."