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hand. He could still feel it in an underwater pins-and-needles kind of way. And he could still feel Artemis.
    “No, you don’t,” he grunted, tightening his invisible grip. “I’ve put up with too much hardship over the years for you to vanish on me now.”
    And so Butler reached down through the decades and yanked his young charge back from the past.
    Artemis didn’t come easy. It was like dragging a boulder through a sea of mud, but Butler was not the kind of person who gave up easily, either. He planted his feet and put his back into it. Artemis popped out of the twentieth century and landed sprawling in the twenty-first.
    “I’m back,” said the Irish boy, as if he had simply returned from an everyday errand. “How unexpected.”
    Butler picked his principal up and gave him a perfunctory examination.
    “Everything is in the right place. Nothing broken. Now, Artemis, tell me, what is twenty-seven multiplied by eighteen point five?”
    Artemis straightened his suit jacket. “Oh, I see, you’re checking my mental faculties. Very good. I suppose it’s conceivable that time travel could affect the mind.”
    “Just answer the question!” insisted Butler.
    “Four hundred and ninety-nine point five, if you must know.”
    “I’ll take your word for it.”
    The giant bodyguard cocked his head to one side. “Sirens. We need to get out of this area, Artemis, before I’m forced to cause an international incident.”
    He hustled Artemis to the other side of the road, to the only car still idling there. Maria looked a little pale, but at least she had not abandoned her clients.
    “Well done,” said Butler, flinging open the rear door. “Airport. Stay off the highway as much as possible.”
    Maria barely waited until Butler and Artemis were belted before burning rubber down the street, ignoring the traffic lights. The blond girl and her companions were left on the roadside.
    Maria glanced at Artemis in the mirror. “What happened out there?”
    “No questions,” said Butler curtly. “Eyes on the road. Drive.”
    He knew better than to ask questions himself. Artemis would explain all about the strange creature and the shining rift when he was ready.
    Artemis remained silent as the limousine swung down toward Las Ramblas and from there into the labyrinthine back streets of downtown Barcelona.
    “How did I get here?” he said eventually, musing aloud. “Or rather, why aren’t we there? Or why aren’t we then ? What anchored us to this time?” He looked at Butler. “Are you wearing any silver?”
    Butler grimaced sheepishly. “You know I never usually wear jewelry, but there is this.” He shot one cuff. There was a leather bracelet on his wrist with a silver nugget in the center. “Juliet sent it to me. From Mexico. It’s to ward off evil spirits, apparently. She made me promise to wear it.”
    Artemis smiled broadly. “It was Juliet. She anchored us.” He tapped the silver nugget on Butler’s wrist. “You should give your sister a call. She saved our lives.”
    As Artemis tapped his bodyguard’s wristband, he noticed something about his own fingers. They were his fingers, no doubt about it. But different, somehow. It took him a moment to realize what had happened.
    He had, of course, done some theorizing on the hypothetical results of interdimensional travel, and concluded that there could possibly be some deterioration of the original, as with a computer program that has been copied once too often. Streams of information could be lost in the ether.
    As far as Artemis could tell, nothing had been lost, but now the index finger on his left hand was longer than the second finger. Or more accurately, the index finger had swapped places with the second finger.
    He flexed the fingers experimentally.
    “Hmm,” noted Artemis Fowl. “I am unique.”
    Butler grunted.
    “Tell me about it,” he said.

CHAPTER 2
DOODAH DAY
Haven City, The Lower Elements
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