Gasparian, NY

Roil slowly turned to look at Peach more closely. She was sobbing inconsolably, hiding her face in her hands. Thort handed her a handkerchief and Roil scowled at him until he backed away to stand beside Tubble. Roil then stared at Peach some more wondering what to do. Finally, he sighed, and pointed a long, bony finger at her.

"I think it would be best if you came with me, to verify your information."

Just as he said this a beam of yellow light shot from the tip of his finger and struck Peach in the middle of her forehead. This yellow light turned into a sphere that enclosed her, and before it and she shrank to the size of a lemon, she fell into a deep trance she did not wake from until they were well on their way to America.

Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, the sensation of falling sharply awoke Peach from her deep, magical slumber. When she opened her eyes everything appeared huge to her and every audible sound had turned into a dull hum. She saw Roil Nefarious floating beside her, watching her in deep concentration. Her eyes locked onto his while he dug deep into her brain.

Just at this time, the words "Gasparian, NY" repeated over and over inside her mind. It seemed like Roil was causing it, and he was going to be able to see those words just by staring into her eyes. He looked gigantic standing beside her and that's when she realized she was the one who had changed proportions, and her eyes remained locked upon Roil's penetrating stare. The words "Gasparian, NY" kept right on pounding louder and louder inside her.

"Gasparian, NY," called out Roil and he looked at Peach triumphantly.

"How did you do that?"

"It has to be specific and I have to know something already. You told me America so I just had to ask 'Where in America is Ector Preux?' 'Where is Ector Preux?' simply wouldn't have cut it."

"But how did you see the thoughts inside my head?"

"Not all your thoughts. Only the answer to my question. Mind reading is equal parts cunning and concentration, as is most magic. This kind is common actually: used by most spell practitioners."

"But, how are we flying?"