"Huh. I see." Okay, yeah, DEFINITELY 'new' as far as . . . anything of the ilk goes. Then one bit boomeranged back around in his head. "Wait...you know some witches?" Real witches!? Well...he had to figure they were more North than Wicked West from her tone and the glib way Sam mentioned them, so probably not anyone he needed to worry about. Certainly not now.

The question had popped out with thinking, with Sam having already begun dialing, so if she didn't answer, he'd not push it, not wanting to disrupt the ritual. He couldn't help leaning closer, though, soda forgotten in his hand.

Who could the ritual possibly put them in touch with this time!?