Grace sighed, and slid into the women's backthroom, and into a stall. She sighs, as she feels her Anteni grow from her head. [footnote]like this [http://www.egscomics.com/?date=2011-11-07][/footnote]
"Okay, lets see... No... No... Gah..."
She returns the antennae, "Dang-it, they aren't here." she mumers.
She leaves the hotel, and begins looking for someone.
Death waved at Rex, and watches as Grace walks away. He looks up to see the flying bird, and shrugs.
Code:
[B]I[SMALL] SUPPOSE A WIZARD'S FLYING AROUND. IF MAGIC IS HATED HERE, HE'S DOOMED.[/SMALL][/B]