"Ooh, voices!" shouts the man upstairs. "That would imply trapdoor, which would... be... located... here!" There is a loud SLAM, and the trapdoor falls from the ceiling of the basment to the floor. In hops the aforementioned blonde maniac. He smiles winningly. "Sorry for the fuss, ma'am. Was he... holding you captive or something?" His brow furrows at the circle, which shouldn't be able to contain a human.

"I wasn't!" whines Mortimer. "I summoned her! She's a demon!"

"You're just making things worse for yourself, Morty."