After a few minutes, Twitch returned to the group, flying a little more level but still not entirely balanced, and without the crystal ball he had flown off with. The parrot had stowed it in another of the castle's myriad rooms, this one containing a dozen unpainted aluminium shelving units which held at least a thousand copies of the Oxford English Dictionary. Why anyone needed at least a thousand copies of the Oxford English Dictionary, Twitch had absolutely no idea.

Landing alongside his bag of holding, the macaw gave his wings a shake momentarily. "Right, getting rid of the rift..." he said, hovering opposite Sally and looking like he was trying to remember something. "Getting rid of the rift, they said we have tooooo..." the parrot mumbled to himself. "...we have to..." he began quite slowly, "...either use some sort of ritual to get rid of the rift, trap them outside the multiverse, or kill them......also, does anyone know where Melded is?"

Twitch glanced unsurely between the members of the group, before hovering down to the ground and making himself look small again.