Bel had been frozen by Fauxbe's spell for almost two days now.

He was starting to get hungry. The cats were somewhat bemused, but had not yet decided to use him as a scratching post.

[For she who knows who she is.]

Bel was pacing the room. He felt uneasy for some reason, but couldn't put his finger on why. Maybe Phoebe would be able to help him figure it out.

[For the possessed girlfriend, NFB.]