"What, with one of these things? I tried. They're garbage." He fishes around in his coat and pulls out the sad, smashed remains of a PINpoint. By some miracle the mishandled device didn't teleport all or part of him into some kind of shrimp dimension. It's the least he deserves.

He tosses it into the fountain, frightening away some milling fish. "No doubt the witch is blocking me from going home."