"Hell," Wanda said, darkly, but it wasn't an expletive to describe her mental state. It was where she was fairly sure her soul was now. With the kind of book she'd pulled that spell from, it wasn't likely she'd find her soul trapped anywhere especially nice. "Not 'out there someplace'," she elaborated, frowning as she brooded over it. It's probably in Hell." Perhaps purgatory, if she was lucky. She was going to have to pull out that book again, figure out exactly what she'd done. "I did a spell a few months back. I just- well, I'll have to see where exactly I went wrong." Somewhat embarrassing to admit, but there it was. Wanda didn't even want to think about what would happen if she couldn't fix this.