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POOF! He disappeared from his lair. He had transported himself to an alley downtown, where a portal to the Sandman's lair lies.
"Buksan mo ang sarili mo, o pintuan! At dalhin mo ako sa iyong iyo!" The portal opened.

The lair of the Sandman is, well, strange. Well, that's mainly because dreams themselves are strange. The lair can appear as anything that the visitor chooses, but only to the visitor. To Hannibal, as is to most mages, it looks as it should be to the eyes of the Sandman: The Versailles. That is, the Versailles with lavatories.

"Hmm.... I wonder.. where is the Sandman?" The portal had opened up in the hall of mirrors, where the Sandman usually is. Hannibal looks for the Sandman, checking each and every room, but could not find him. He suddenly hears a voice. "HANNIBAL. ALERT. ALERT. ALERT. CRIMES OF TRUE EVIL BEING COMMITTED RIGHT NOW. AWAKEN, MASTER!"

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"ARGH!" Hannibal exclaimed, as he woke from his sleep. A faerie had awakened him.
"Are you serious about it this time, Closs? I was having a very good dream and you just ruined it for me! If this is fal-"
"No! It's real this time! Check out your Tivo!"
"Oh, so that's what I forgot in the dream!" He said, as he walked quickly down from his bed to the Crystal Ball. He gasped in horror as he saw people burning. As much as he had seen death many times, he still couldn't get used to seeing someone burn. Mainly because of the Spirits of the Medieval that tell him stories about the stake.
"Damn." He walked backwards, stumbling upon a small stool and falling to the floor. "Alucard. That's why. That's enough proof for me."

He quickly grabbed his athame, pair of glasses, bag of wonders, vial of infinite ink, staff and copy of the "Elder Necronomicon" and then flew to the scene. He, of course, wore his protective coat first.