As soon as Titus' vision or whatever stopped, there was a burly delivery guy all ready to order me around. Then he - get this - disappeared in a wisp of smoke. That's right. A wisp. It's my new vocabulary word, so go with it. The guy form my dream appeared out of nowhere when I opened the envelope in the box. Seriously, am I still dreaming? Then why does it hurt when I pinch myself? This guy's name is Titus, and he thinks I can save his magic land. Ok, I'm game.