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CALIFORNIA, HERE I COME!
Irving dropped to his hands and knees on the hard roadway and emptied his stomach's contents. The bright sunshine and hot wind caused him to sweat. He tried to look around, but the brightness obscured everything.
Where in the hell am I this time, he thought. It is strangely quiet to have paved roads.
"You are Irving Strange, are you not?" someone with a strange accent asked.
Irving failed to see who was talking, "That's the rumor." He shaded his eyes, trying to see who was speaking. "Where am I, and who are you?"
"Where we are is not for you to know, at present. Suffice it to say that I am Phelonius, and I have been led to believe that your family has been the thorn in my side."
"Sorry about that. I know I was transported here by wizard-step, and I know it
