Seth opened his eyes a moment later. "Where are we?" Seth asked, although he already knew the answer. The walls were lined with dusty shelves holding strange items and jars filled with odd concoctions. The room looked much the same as his great uncle's shop in St. John's, and the same cauldron stood on a table in the middle of the room along with the same huge crystal ball. "You really need a maid."

Herman laughed. "If you mean someone to clean for me, that is not possible. I ...