<strong>The Black Library, London</strong><br/><br/>Jack sighed and ran her hand over her face as Nero decided to whirl up a dust storm that cleaned her shop, but took some valuable pages with it. This kid was definitely over-compensating for something. He was like Dante in that way. This is why she liked Vergil better. Even if he was sort of evil, at least he was more mild-mannered. And, hey, who among us wasn't a little evil? Jackie just shook her head a little and watched Nero go to get the pages and stuff them back in their respective books. She'd have to fix those later. When tossed the broom, she caught it and leaned it against her desk before pulling herself up to her feet. "I'm lookin' fer a certain demon. I scoured the planet for 'er and she ain't 'ere. All me leads dried up a long time ago, so's I can only assume she's in the demon world. If she wasn't, I woulda found 'er a long time ago."<br/><br/>Jack didn't mention, specifically, whom she was looking for. That, she was going to keep to herself for a while. When Nero mentioned he couldn't contact Dante, she shook her head in disbelief and thumped him lightly on the head with her umbrella. "How the bloody hell do you lose a Dante? That man is a whirling tornado of property damage! All ye hafta do is look fer the explosions!"