John had been through personal hells before. He was no stranger to being made to relive his worst failings and greatest regrets ad nauseam. This was different. He'd been called in by a friend to pay back a debt. Exorcise a demon quick for him, he said. It'll be fine, he said. Just a little too powerful for him to handle but nothing that should give John any trouble.

"If these bloody tulips don't stop singin' I'm gonna go mental." He said staring at the bright pastel prison world he'd been shoved into. The Demon it seemed was a bit different than advertised and upon the attempted exorcism shoved John into a pocket dimension. One that resembled a fairy tale book. The flowers, the trees, the bloody sun everything was happy and singing and dancing like a Saturday morning special. He reached into his trench coat fishing for his cigarettes, in desperate need of the nicotine to get himself free from this mess...when he realized they'd been replaced with candy. "No. No." He groaned, and focused every ounce of magic he could to reverse that particular side effect.

The world needed to be thankful he was successful. Lighting up he glanced around, "Need to find the seam for this place. If he shoved me in, there's got to be a way to get me out." He looked around careful to not speak to the myriad of cute animal creatures that attempted to get his attention. For all he knew everything in here was a soul or demon in disguise. "Bugger Off." He said kicking a rather clingy rabbit from his shoe as he rounded a corner and felt the distinct feeling of another human casting a spell. Off he shot as fast as his dress shoes would take him toward the source. If there was another magic user here, two heads were far better than one in getting out of prison dimensions. And John had a knack for making 'friends' where ever he went. Hey, maybe they'd owe him after this. He could always use another favor owed.