"Because people who are smarter than I am about such things and have been here longer, know the spell that was cast and the person who cast it." She shrugs. "Believe what you want. This place is between Life, the Dreaming and Death."

She thinks that's how it goes, anyway. It's been a while since she got the welcome speech. And she's never given one. "Would you like to maybe speak to Zatanna? She's been here far longer than I, and she's magically inclined."