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[It took a long while for Harry to take up the book. Before that, he had kept his hand raised toward an empty space, his eyes closed while nothing happened. He remained in that position until sweat started showing up on his brow. Frustrated, he let out a sigh and strode to pick up the volume.

The big, gray dog next to him, big enough his back reaches the waist of the 6'9" man, follows his master with his eyes, panting and wagging his tail as encouragement. Harry appreciates that and acknowledges it with a brief mile and a nod.

Then, he opens the book and uses the quill with the expertise of someone who uses it often. He's no master calligrapher, but his handwriting is legible.]

I have no idea what is going on, but there's no way this is not the Nevernever. However, the gate to the mortal world I'm trying to create doesn't open. I've tried several times. I'm not messing up the spell, Bob, in case you read this.

On the other hand, maybe it's for the best. For all I know, I could end up on the Himalayas or the bottom of the ocean. Or worse, in Morgan's bedroom. Yuck. Yes, I had to put that on writing. To show it to my therapist if I ever find one.

I've also tried to summon fairies, and even those who would do anything to find me haven't showed up. Honestly? That's scary.

In any case, that's why I came back to the book. What I write here can be read by others, right? Like one of those chat-thingies today's cool kids have. Yay! I'm a cool kid!

So, is there anyone out there who can tell me what is going on?

Thank you.

Harry Dresden.

[He closes the book, picks up a bag with his belongings, and begins walking in seemingly a random direction. It's not that he doubts the book works. Quite the contrary. But he isn't one to sit and wait for things to happen when he can make that things happening.

The dog follows him.]

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Good.

That was some excellent flying, by the way. It looks like you've had some practice.

Here, let me introduce you to Mouse.

[He gestures at the dog who promptly lies flat on his back as a way of greeting.]

He loves his tummy rubs. Can't get tired of them.

[Gavroche kneels down to give the dog some tummy rubs.]

Had a bit of time ta practice the flyin'. It comes all natural

[Mouse is pleased. He wags his tail and moves to lick Gavroche's hand.

Harry is amused. Boys and dogs are the cutest thing.]

Can you show me around? If I'm going to stay for a while, I'd like to know the place properly. And find a way to stay.

Then I'll owe you a favor. I take favors very seriously.

[Even if in this strange land his powers don't get trim to half if he fails to fulfill his word, he's conditioned to do it. Besides, he wouldn't do that to a kid.]

Ah, yer a good dog. [Gavroche pets Mouse carefully, grinning. He looks up, listening to what Harry has to tell him] 'Pect I c'n show ya around. 'ow big a favour?

[Mouse sits up. He looks as happy as a dog could be.]

The more you show me, the bigger it'll be.

[This sounds acceptable to Gavroche, so he nods his head] Ain't seen everywhere meself, but c'n show ya what I know.

Most excellent. We'll follow you.

[Harry makes a gesture for Gavroche to lead the march.]

[Gavroche gives another nod, an' makes sure his sword is attached to his belt tightly, before movin' off] Come on then, this way

Good.

[Harry nods and follows Gavroche, with Mouse right behind them.]

As ya c'n see, there's a lot o' houses an' wee shops about.

Yep, I see.

[And it makes Harry wonder something that could be important.]

What kind of money does people use here?

[He thinks for a moment] I ain't rightly sure what it's called.

But there is money. I'm going to need some. [That means getting a job if he stays for too long. He hoped it wasn't necessary.]

[Gavroche just gives a shrug in return. He finds there's always a way to survive.]

[Better not to skip too much ahead.]

Anyway. Can we continue?

[Gavroche nods, and continues to walk, looking around] There's a courthouse somewhere...

Do you know who's in charge?

[So there's a justice system in this place. Harry doesn't know if he should be reassured or scared.]

Um, I sometimes see a lady there.

Lady Justice? [He's joking, of course.]

Fink I've heard people call her 'at.

[Of course.] I just hope it's not literal.

The big clocktower is where this ol' man lives. He's alright.

He's the ruler of the town?

[Gavroche frowns] Ain't rightly sure on that. Fink he's the nearest they've got.

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