Apocalypse:
Once they returned to the surface, they found the sun had set, emerging in the dead of night, the full moon high in the sky, the woman gone, and the gate to the courtyard wide open.
“How many hours were we in there? Where did the sun go?” Doyle asked.
“I’ve read that in the presence of magic, or legendary creatures, a mortal can lose track of time. It’s something about both that messes with our sense of time.”
“I’m not completely convinced that there are such things as magic creatures or witches.”
“Says the man surrounded by wererats.”
Doyle considered the three- to four-foot-tall rat creatures surrounding him and refused to answer.
“We need to get three messages out in a hurry. I will bet that Mister Wizard is still working in his shop. If we send one message to him, I’
