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Now, let’s see... [Klaus taps the side of the datapad, leaning over to get his face into the little screen. Before that only an image of his pale chest and a sheet wrapped around his waist was the only thing to behold. Then he smiles, nice and tight-lipped. He looks hostile friendly, doesn't he? And oh good. The little contraption is working.] Anyone care to tell me where I am? [Because yes, he did peruse the network and he's not exactly convinced, considering. He's not dead, is he? That would be a set-back. How about what very soon-to-be deceased witch had a part in all this? Or where he can find his beloved sister Rebekah? (Clothes are a necessity, so he'll get to that eventually.)] ...Anyone? ...Bueller, perhaps? [He thinks he's funny.] Come now, there must be a few familiar faces on this nifty little device...