you have a lot of sugar in your system.”
 
 Dante unselfconsciously ate the second half of the Twinkie he’d
 
 been downing. It didn’t bother him that vampires wouldn’t consider
 
 him proper food. In his mind, it was a plus.
 
 “The vamps here would probably love you, though,” Meg said
 
 with a bright smile. “According to what I’ve read, they’re not as picky
 
 here.”
 
 “Good to know,” Dante said, chugging a Dr Pepper. “So, let’s say
 
 I buy this whole crazy story of yours.” He looked around again for the
 
 hidden cameras. If he had any friends, he’d think they were punking
 
 him. “What exactly is it you want me to do?”
 
 She chewed on her lower lip nervously. “I need you to help me
 
 get back.”
 
 “And how am I supposed to do that, sweetheart?” Dante asked.
 
 “I’m not exactly a Planeswalker demon.” That was what she’d called
 
 them. “How am I supposed to find this door?”
 
 Her hazel eyes filled with tears. She really believed the story. “I
 
 don’t know. I just know that you’re here, and you’re going to help
 
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 me. I believe it. It wasn’t random coincidence that I found myself
 
 here. It was fate.”
 
 Dante wasn’t so sure about that, but there was no denying that
 
 technology. He wanted it. If he had to do some internet searches to
 
 placate the girl, he would do it. Besides, she really was hot. Maybe
 
 when she realized there was nowhere else to go, she would turn to
 
 him. He could comfort her. It was a nice prospect. His brain started
 
 working overtime.
 
 “Okay, so no one knows where these doors are, right?”
 
 Her pretty hair shook around her shoulders. “No, most of them are