A wave of nausea hit Phil as he staggered after Hellfire and Orbit. [i]Teleporting normally makes me a little disoriented, but not this much. That's what I get when I teleport without a destination. I don't know what I was thinking. Trust Fate?[/i] 

Images danced across Phil's eyes: dreams and memories both familiar and strange. He was at the first meeting of the Young Justice group; he surveyed half-finished pyramids from the air; Zatanna chastised him for letting one of the vampires escape; he battled a young sorcerer and his feline familiar. The images flashed faster and faster, discombobulating Phil. He didn't know where he was, or even when he was. Foreign memories seemed to invade his mind, but he tried to block them out. Stumbling, Phil crashed into a half-dress half-god.

"W-where am I?" Phil asked, trying to clear his head. [i]I must be hallucinating, some side effect of the teleportation,[/i] the wizard thought. [i]Zatanna always warned me that the most important rule in the mystical world was not to trust anything. That includes Fate.[/i]
"Apollo? I must be hallucinating still. I thought he was in a coma." Phil wasn't sure if he was thinking the words or saying them out loud.