Once he and Nanny Ogg were in his apartment, Midnite secured the space using mundane and not so mundane means.

Either way, anyone who tried to interrupt them would get a nasty surprise.

And, here he was, Papa Midnite, in the company of an unknown witch, preparing to summon an unfamiliar demon in order to get back a reality that he couldn't remember existing in the first place.

If he lived through this, he'd have a story to make Constantine jealous.

"Ready?"

It's Midnite.

*beep*

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