Speak of the devil, and the devil will appear. Every cellphone present abruptly rings, all receiving calls from the same number. As soon as at least three of them are answered, there's a flash of light, and Zachary Zatara appears roughly in the center of things, holding a notepad and a magic wand.
"Excellent... have to let the others know it worked like we theorized-- Oh. Well hello there children." Zach looks around at those assembled, and then at Alisa. "Oh... oh dear. Worse than a thought." He sighs and touches the bridge of his nose, the discarded notepad floating in midair as eh takes his hand away from it. "All right then... who wants to explain?"
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