She waved her hand back and forth in the air, in the spot where Spike had been staring. From her point of view, it was kind of a huge relief when nothing happened. Although she wasn't on the same level as Arty, Diana had had a few hallucinations in her life. Most of them fairly recently, while dangling from the ceiling in Solomon's warehouse.

One involved a musical number.

Not an experience she wanted to repeat, no matter how much she devoted her life to musical theatre.

"I've read the Harry Potter books," she said with a sigh. "A magical maze usually means magical booby traps." She moved back toward Spike. "We should...probably stick together. In case of emergency, and/or thrash metal bands."