"Excuse me, sir," said a little voice with a Parisian accent. "Could you please tell me where I am and how I have come to be here?"

Dog blinked, then looked at the black-haired six year old in the little school uniform. "Yer at Logan's place, Miss Bree, 'n it pretty well works somethin' like the Cafe. If ya wanna git home y' jes' go back through the door."

"Ah." She looked back over her shoulder, then paused to look at Dee, her icy blue eyes curious.