Last thing Penny could recall, he was walking along in the marketplace, searching for some ingredients for a spell he was going to try yet again. Bumping into people in the crowded stretch of stalls wasn't unusual, but to suddenly appear elsewhere was.

"What the hell," Penny murmured as the image of the horned child drifted past him. The tiny hand laid flowers at the entrance. It took him a moment to realize that he hadn't teleported somewhere or ended up in someone's dream, both of which he'd done in the past. This time, he was simply seeing someone else's memory, which he only realized when his mind snapped back into his own body in the market and he saw the girl before him, the one whose birthday had passed recently.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked lightly, not angry or accusative so much as confused.