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[The first thing Reese notices is that this is not the road to King's Creek. In fact he's pretty sure it's a cell. The second, and currently more important, thing he notices is this achingly empty feeling he's getting. His magic is gone, completely and utterly gone, and this horrifies him.

He fights the growing panic. First thing's first, he needs to regroup with Dutch. After a quick check of his room, he tests the door. It's unlocked. Why would it be unlocked?

Clutching his Winchester, Reese slowly pushes the door open and steps into the halls.]

Dutch. Dutch you out here?

[When he doesn't get an answer he continues moving through the barracks, calling our her name. He doesn't like it but he's got little choice. This is the most vulnerable he's ever felt. Finding her is his top priority.]

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Least one of us can then.

[Right now he's in no mood for humor. He wants to see Ada, wants to tell her he's sorry for everything, that he wants to make things right again. He wants to find Dutch and make sure she's alright. Now he's not sure if he'll be able to do either.]

If there is then it's far outside the realm of comprehension of anyone I know.

[Findin out who did this. Yes, that's what he should be doing. Not sulking in a corner like everything is over. He looks down at his gun and then back to Nick.]

Heard the name Lord Deior said a couple of times. Thinkin' that might be our target right there.

[He smiles slightly, humorlessly, at that, but doesn't reply. Nick is pretty much the king of denial, ignoring what impact unexpected and unbelievable things will have on him until he's more or less forced to deal with it.]

Me too. Or at least, I thought it was.

[How well does he know what Hexenbiests can do? If he hadn't - well, if things with Adalind hadn't turned out the way they did, he might suspect her.]

Right. Lord Deior he is. Probably too much to hope he made himself nice and available in some kind of throne room.

[There's no smile on Reese's face. Just some grim determination to see things get done.]

Might be time fer me to hit the books, see if I can't get any hints to what kinda magic we're dealin' with here.

[The likelihood of that is slim but maybe he can get a hint or something to point him towards the right direction. Not that he can do much about it with his magic gone. Dammit he already feels useless in this place. Maybe he can figure out how they did that too.]

Guys at the top are either real easy or real hard to find. Either way, they got a habit of paitin' a target on themselves.

You think there's actually any here to look through, or are you talking about ones you had on you?

[Nick's got the two that he'd been reading, but he's not sure they're going to be of any use here. Still, better than nothing, especially if there actually is something to look through here.]

They always do. Let's hope this guy's managed to make it really big.

I meant my own. Doubt it's got anythin' like this in there but it might point in the right direction at least.

[It's barely been an hour and Reese has already had enough of this place.]

Big or small, there's a round waitin' fer him.

I doubt mine will, either, but I haven't looked all the way through them. But maybe between the two of us, there'll be something.

[Although now Nick's considering the possibilities of there being something here, with enough investigation.]

Make that two.