Das Zauber-Handy

Previously

…"Wow," I breathed. "It actually worked." "Indeed," the phone chirped. "Now, enter. Reginald awaits. And remember, a whispered 'excuse me' before disturbing a particularly engrossed reader is always appreciated." Bartholomew, safe and sound, gave a contented little wiggle. "Good luck, my friend!" he called out. I smiled, a sense of adventure bubbling up inside me, and stepped through the secret doorway, ready to meet Reginald, the sock who had a literary soul.