Watching a person who looks human change into a cat before your very eyes should be unnerving, to say the least. But after having summoned a strange girl into the basement in front of him, and having such girl turn into a blazing bird, if nothing else can be said about Brendan, he had learned quite quickly to take these things in stride.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, this girl's transformation, coupled with the small bit of personal information that she offered about herself was enough to render him speechless. The cat had<em>literally</em>gotten his tongue. And even as she went upstairs and he was left alone in the basement, his thoughts lingered particularly on what she had said about her sudden arrival here and how she had not known how it had happened.<br/><br/>"Liverpool, huh?" he said to himself. There was a thought nagging in the back of his mind, touching upon the edge of his conciousness the way a mosquito buzzes in one's ear. It was irritating and, try as he might to push it away, it kept coming back.<br/><br/><em>"Liverpool.... that's in the United Kingdom."</em>That thought kept harassing his mind.<em>"It's a series of islands in a temperate region... Yeah, and because of that they often have a lot of fog."</em>The mosquito bit.<em>"Fog! Oh my God - she <em>is</em> the first one!" </em><br/><br/>He remembered the wording he had used in the old language. In his appeal to the powers that be, he had asked that in its search, the Universe reach across foreign lands and through the mists of space and time.<em>"Mists.... fog... across foreign lands. The UK was across the Atlantic, it was a foeiign land."</em><br/><br/>"That's IT!" He exclaimed out loud. "The summoning<em>did</em>work!" With two fingers, he rubbed his right temple feverishly. It was all starting to make sense now. In many of the other types of spells he'd used, metaphores and figurative speech within the wording were perfectly fine. In truth, for some of those spells, they drew their power<em>from</em>the symbolism reinforced in the mind's eye.<br/><br/>But conjuration was definitely different. You were bringing a physical object to yourself, it would be like an air traffic controller giving instructions to a pilot trying to land his plane, by using metaphorical prose - no way that would work! You had to be literal and no-nonsense about your approach.<br/><br/>Brendan took in a deeeep breath, closed his eyes and pushed his doubts aside. He turned his head and his eyes opened upon the spot where he had performed the ritual. The diagram was still there... and he had his book in hand. He peered down at that book.<em>"I can do this..."  </em>he thought. "I'm gonna do this." he said. His voice was soft, but firm.<br/><br/>He walked into the circle and began to light the candles.