Somewhere on Highway 147
Sabrina had left her wedding, or "almost wedding," almost an hour before. After realizing Harvey was her soul mate, the world had become confused.
Sabrina vaguely remembered leaving the church, waving goodbye, and her Aunts Hilda, Zelda (in candle form) and Salem all saying "Its about time."
"It is about time," Sabrina thought.
Then she realized she was with Harvey, speeding along a country highway, in her wedding dress, and . . . and . . . . "Harvey?" she asked.
"Yeah, Sabrina?" he replied.
"Where are we going?" Sabrina wondered. She felt like it was time to ask. Harvey stunned, slammed the breaks, and pulled over. He didn't know the answer either.
"Sabrina," he said. "I love you."
"Harvey," she told him. "I love you too."
A short time earlier . . . .
Zelda was back to her old adult self.
In her deal with the Witches Council, to allow Sabrina's mother to visit her, she had given up her childhood years.
"Smooth move, Zellie," Hilda had said.
"That's why I let you volunteer me to be the candle so easily," Zelda told her.
She coughed up some wax.
"Ugh," she frowned. "I'll never get the taste of wax out of my mouth.
Watching T. V.
Right now, Aunt Zelda was smiling, "Isn't that sweet?" she said.
Zelda, Hilda, and Salem were back at the old Spellman house, in the living room, and spying on Sabrina and Harvey, through the good services of the Mortal Channel.
"Remember, it was my idea to come here and spy on them. Lucky thing Morgan had a date, and Roxie had a protest," said Hilda.
"Sweet?" said Salem. "All this mush is killing me. If your gonna use this thing how about you watch a high speed chase. Especially one with a lot of gore."
"I'll gore you in a moment," said Hilda, zapping him quiet. "I can't hear what's going on."
Outside of Nathan Ferris's Hog Farm . . . .
"Sabrina," said Harvey, "I though we'd sort of elope. Unless eloping's not your thing, and we can make this a date."
"Harvey, is that a proposal?" asked Sabrina, delighted.
"Yes, it is," he said, getting off the motorcycle and kneeling awkwardly. "Will you marry me?"
"Of course I will," said Sabrina. They kissed. "You know, I was thinking we were going to elope too."
"Cool," said Harvey, with a stupid grin.
("You've saw what you wanted to see," said Salem, Hilda having given his voice back. "Will you sniffling old witches give me the remote?")
"Cool," said Sabrina. "You know, this is the way I've always pictured it. Except I didn't think it would be on the shoulder of Highway 147 near a pig barn."
"Sorry I don't have a ring, Sabrina," said Harvey.
"Yes you do, Harvey," said Sabrina, zapping up a ring. "Remember the promise ring you gave me, five years ago."
She handed it to Harvey, who then put it on her finger. They kissed. "So where are we going to elope? Atlantic City? New Hampshire?"
"Uh, Las Vegas, where else?" asked Harvey.
"Okay, it's a little far to go on a motorcycle, and in a wedding dress, but I'm game if you are," said Sabrina, happily. "Wait, I can do something about the dress," said Sabrina, zapping herself into a leather jacket and leather skirt. "By the way Harvey, where did you get this bike?"
"I pointed it up when your Aunt Irma gave me your magic. It's a Harvey Davidson, I was aiming for a Harley Davidson, but it came out personalized. Which is sort of cool- unless Harley Davidson finds out and decides to sue."
"Cool," said Sabrina. "I won't tell him," Sabrina thought, "that you couldn't zap a brand name no matter how hard you try."
They hugged and kissed again. Then they went on the bike, and headed toward Las Vegas.