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[Private to Charity and Michael Carpenter, viewable to Harry Dresden]

Mom? Dad? I'd really like it, if you could meet Harry and I for breakfast at 9am at the Bayside Buffet.

I really need some ice or something.


[Harry]:

I need you to meet my mom and dad with me. In case something...happens.

I think I have my mom convinced that it's not your fault.

It's not too bad here.

[Mom and Dad] So I have to tell you something. Harry is making me. Don't freak out, especially you, Mom.

If any of the Carpenter's kids are here, please check in.

This is bad. Really bad. I can't be here. Mab's gonna kill me.

Hells Bells. What is this?

Well, can't say I never wanted to visit Vegas, but I think this is a bit much. Shitty time to be on the wagon.

It's been a while since I've been to Vegas. I have to say, I didn't imagine this would be the way I would return here. And I'm outside my radius. Peter is not going to be happy.

As much as I love Vegas, I really don't appreciate being kidnapped.

Can't believe I'm doing this. I must be delirious. Hallucinating. Something.

Is this some kind of hell?

Well, considering everything, I can't say that randomly appearing Vegas is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

Or the worst place I've ever shown up in.

I know I didn't drink too much at dinner.


What is going on?

No, you don't understand. Queen Mab won't stand for this. I have to get to Arctis Tor, right now.