A Little Lost Necklace

[conspiracy]

Some days, you just can't seem to get a break.

As Weylon's consciousness rose, groggily, to the surface once more, the first thing he noticed was all the light. It would be wrong to say it was blinding or that it took his eyes a while to adjust, because a disembodied consciousness cannot, by definition, be blinded, and a necklace has no eyes. It was, however, a bit... overwhelming. It took his mind a good while to stop thinking in shades of dusk and midnight and begin taking in the world as it once had... and when, finally, his bodiless senses were able to grasp his environs a shocking discovery awaited him.

'A jewelry case... I'm sitting in a thrice-cursed jewelry case?!'

Indeed he was. The bodiless magic scholar searched his memory for how this had occurred and... hmm... that sudden light must have had something to do with it. The hows and whys eluded him, but one thing was patently obvious: he was not where he was. Just beyond the glass of the display case he could see people -- humans! -- walking back and forth to other shops, examining and buying wares, as a tram ran its route through the marketplace in the background. This was no longer the very, very, very dark place he'd been stuck in for... for... sweet mercies, he hadn't a clue how long he'd wandered that blasted shadow-scape.

And now here he was. Picked up by some passer-by, most likely. Waiting to be sold. And try as he might he couldn't get his Heartless body to regenerate; it should have been a simple matter of focus by this point, but he just couldn't do it.

Merchandise to be bought and sold. What a marvelous way for a respectable researcher to end up.