Artemis smiled. It was Gaudi himself. How amazing.
The scene solidified, colours painting themselves brighter. Artemis could smell the dry Spanish air now, and the heavy tangs of sweat and paint.
'Excuse me?' said Artemis in Spanish.
Gaudi looked up from the drawings, and his scowl was replaced with a look of utter disbelief. There was a boy stepping from thin air. Beside him a cowering demon. The brilliant architect absorbed every detail of the tableau, committing it to his memory forever.
'Si?' he said hesitantly.