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Elena folded her arms across her chest and glanced at Dexter’s metal-shod feet.
    “Perhaps we all should stay on the porch,” she said, thinking of her polished wood floors. “The bushes will conceal our new friend from prying eyes.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” said Tom. “This neighborhood's dead.”
    “Is that so? What’s that?” Elena asked. Sirens screamed, sounding as though they were just a few blocks away. “Perhaps you should tell me everything.”
    She didn’t interrupt—she knew the value of careful listening. After she had heard the three tell their tales, she swept indoors, leaving them on the porch.
    Tom whispered, “Is she mad?”
    Gina rolled her eyes. “She's beyond mad. This is a disaster. I’m gonna be grounded until I’m nineteen.”
    “Do not worry, little friends. Lady Elena will take care of all.”
    They turned, astonished, to Sir Dexter. “What makes you think Elena can deal with Sinister?” asked Tom. “After all, you couldn’t.”
    “I am not a witch, a warlock, or a magician,” said the knight. “I am but a lowly fighter with limited abilities. The Lady Elena has true power. She will make all right again, restore the balance.”
    “Restore the balance?”
    “Yes. When you released me, little Gina, you put the spells of the Door out of balance, so Sinister was able to leave. Normally, intention has to accompany a spell for it to work,” Dexter said. “Although you did not intend to release Sinister, enough magic was present to enable him to go free because balance had been lost. Lady Elena will restore the balance.”
    “With your help, Sir Dexter,” said Elena. She was dressed in one of her exotic outfits and carried a basket on one arm. The topaz flashed on her chest. “Come on now, children, let’s go.”
    Elena led the way to her big old Cadillac, and the three humans put Dexter into the large front seat. The events of the day had made him flexible enough to sit in it, though with difficulty. The kids piled into the back.
    Elena drove as fast as she dared to the corner of 12th and J Streets. Once out of the car, she surveyed the damage at the doorway of the Masonic Temple while Tom and Gina pried Dexter out of the front seat.
    “It’s bad,” Elena said, “but I think I can put it right. Dexter?”
    Sir Dexter turned to the children and pressed a heavy, mailed hand onto each child’s shoulder. “It has been a wondrous experience,” he said solemnly. “Although I do not relish the disturbance, I am pleased to have made your acquaintance.”
    He faced away from the doorway and somehow sprang upward and backward into his niche, melting into the stone. Elena looked down and examined the pentagram drawn on the sidewalk. “Crude,” she murmured, “but obviously effective.” She looked at Gina and sighed.
    Elena stood in the center of the star and gripped her topaz. Spirit flowed through her body. Tingling, she stretched her arms to the sky. Power streamed through her, heady and rich. She swayed with the force of it, and sparks leaped from the tips of her fingers. She breathed into her heart chakra. The stone, hanging over her sternum, seized and channeled her energy, transforming force into intention and then action.
    “Blow, storm, blow, wind, power come to me!” Her voice reverberated inside and out of her, as if she were a drum and the sound, magic.
    A sudden wind swirled around her, whipping her long red skirt into a fiery froth. She reached into her basket and threw a glittering handful of metal fragments onto the ground, onto Dexter and into the alcove that Sinister had recently vacated. “Iron for strength and lead to ground. Spirit of Matter, hear me now!”
    Her voice echoed and boomed off the buildings. Summer lightning cracked through the dry and empty sky.
    “Spirit of Stillness, hear my need!” She tossed a handful of gravel. In his recess, Dexter flinched.
    “Spirit of Coldness, obey me!” Handfuls of ice chips from a plastic bag. They