As night fell, Imogen once again proved how cool her magic was.

"So the theory," she explained, while waving her hands in a comedically arcane manner, "is that this location--the air, the plants, the ground--it remembers how it was in the past, even if it's not the same way you and I remember things."

I admired her. She looked hot, even doing ridiculous poses. "And the gesturing helps?" I asked.

Imogen stuck her tongue out at me. "Some spells are complicated. Having a ...