Harry was in the midst of spell-research when the light caught him, and every magical defense failed against whatever caused it.He felt something shift under him, and he closed his eyes at the disorientation. When he looked again, he felt a sense of déjà vu hit him, and a sense of surreality fall onto his shoulders. "No. Way. This has got to be either a dream, or someone messing with my head. In a heretofore undone way. I give it ten points for style, at least."

Harry Dresden, Winter Knight, Wizard-at-hire, sometimes-Warden for the White Council, Completely unrelated Warden of Demonreach, and generally confused guy, looked around what seemed to be a very familiar place.

"Hell's Bells."

And that was when the lights flickered and went out.