...underworld, so he had to set up a portal to get to there and wait the night out in the jailhouse. Going to hell isn't as easy as you think; just like a computer porn download, you have to give it time to process.
And just 45 minutes ago, it finally opened. Sure, it had taken him well into the next day, but the important thing was he had the necklace and there were no more libido-crazed psychos running around Miracle City.
Now that he was down here in the underworld, which is sort of like a calm, gray shadow of the real world, he could finally relax. He walked up the large stone path into the coal-red fortress that was his home. Through the huge arched doors, he proudly marched into the main hall, where Sartana was playing a soft melody on her guitar.
"Nana!" he called. "I have returned!"
The sinister old skeleton lady looked up, annoyed that her song had been disturbed. "Have you brought the necklace with you?" she asked.
"Yes, Nana. Now may I please have my guitar back?" You don't know the hell I went through to get this!
Sartana's red eyes hardened. "Show me the necklace."
Django reached into his pocket, and found…nothing. Looking down, he pulled the pocket inside-out, and it was empty.
"I forgot I must have put it in my other pocket," he said with a nervous chuckle. He reached down into the other one, pulled it inside-out, and th...