Puck watched as his wife paced up and down the room. He sighed and loosened his tie.
"Do you have to go back there?" she murmured fervently, upset and agitated. She was not seeing reason.
"Yes, I have to go back. Geez, I don't really have a choice." Puck replied, tired and very, very hungry.
Her blonde hair shone when she turned her head desperately, "You promised you wouldn't go back."
"I can't keep all my promises."
"I hoped you would!" She yelled, "You promised you wouldn't go back to Ferryport Landing."
"I'm not a saint! It's not really like I married you because I loved you!" Puck ended up shouting at the petite blonde. It seemed he crossed the line.
"That's right. You don't love me. Everything during our wedding was a lie, wasn't it Puck?" She spat, now spitting nails, "You only loved her."
Puck turned his head away from her. Maybe he was wrong. He thought that marrying Mothwing would be good for everyone, especially for her.
"God, Grimm, I miss you." he murmured sadly to himself.
Mothwing heard but said nothing. She crossed her arms and told herself not to care. Puck chose her because he had to. She chose him because she loved him.
Why did that meddling Grimm have to come in between her and her love?
"Sir, do you have a ticket?"
Puck looked up tiredly at the portly ticket collector. The thick moustache wiggled every time the fat man sniffed, which was often.
"Yeah, give me a second here." Grasping around in his pocket, he pulled out a thin stub hanging precariously off of the ticket. The ticket master frowned, ripped off the stub and moved on.
Over the loud speaker a thin female voice informed the sparse passengers on the train that they would soon be arriving in Ferryport Landing, New York.
Puck nearly smiled, a sad look passed as he saw the landmarks of Ferryport Landing when he and Grimm were together.
Grimm was here. And everyone else he'd left behind. He'd promised them it was for the greater good.
Now looking through the fog, he really asked himself, was he trying to convince the world...or himself?
When Puck stretched his legs and walked out the door of the train te first thing that stood directly in his path was a scarlet red sign that screamed WELCOME TO FERRYPORT LANDING!
Wincing at the sharp color, Puck turned to shift his bag over his shoulder and countinue to walk past the bright sign. The minute he stepped into town, it all hit him.
Puck was back in Feryyport Landing.
As Puck slowly walked around town, he passed places he knew ever since he landed in Ferryport. No one was out in this kind of foggy weather but still he made out outlines of the signs.
Puck slowly continued to walked until he realized where his wayward feet were leading him on the well used trail towards the old lady's house.
Grimm's home.
He grimaced and tried to pull his feet away from the trail to a small inn most likely in the center of town.
He gave up when his feet steadfastly remained on the ground practically pulling the rest of the body to the large house at the end of the trail.
Puck looked at all the locks, key holes, padlocks that lined the door.
He smiled fondly at te well worn house, remembering when he lived there. "I'm home," he whispered. He turned in the direction of the forest.
When he'd left Ferryport Landing he'd taken the reed whistle with him. A memory of what he used to be. He slowly pulled them out of his pocket and played a light tune.
Slowly one by one, little golden lights filled the area around the dark shadows of the trees. The pixies recognized him.
Instead of acknowledging the pixies that he'd called upon, he turned to the large brass knocker set in the middle of the door.
No turning back now.
Three heavy bangs were all that was needed for a small figure to open the door. Chopped brown hair framed the happy face as she took in the figure in front of her.
He was tall, handsome, and...sad? He didn't really fit the bill of the 'tall, handsome stranger'.
"Can I help you?" Daphne said, natural grin set on her face.
"Yeah. Someone told me that I could get a room here." The man said turning his face away.
"Daphne puzzled over this. "Um...they built an inn in town. I think you'd be better off there."
"No, they said to come to the house at the end of this trail."
"Who told you that?" asked Daphne, curious. They had never advertised that there was an empty room sitting on the top floor. Then again, everyone knew the day Puck left. No one would forget. No one could forget.
"They told me not to tell anyone. Look, all I'm asking is for a room for the week. I can pay."
Daphne sighed and opened the door slightly wider.
"Come on in."
Sabrina softly sighed, buried underneath her covers.
One mroe week until she got married. How would everyone react if she changed her name.
No, she needed to keep her family name alive.
But Basil was around for that!
But she was the oldest! And Basil wanted to stay unmarried.
God, this was so confusing.
Unfortunately, her thoughtful musings were interrupted by a cheerful younger sister.
"Sabrina! Sabrina! We have a visitor."
Sabrina shook her had. She thought she'd heard wrong. Who would visit the Grimm family household?
Walking down the stairs she smelled an unusual smell. Her father had moved away, and Mr. Canis is out of town with Granny. Basil was off at the fancy boarding school he always wanted to go to.
But she knew that smell. It was a mix of sharp aftershave and men's cologne. But if no men were in the house, then who was it?
Slowly she turned the corner walking straight into someone hat was most definately not Daphne. Daphne was still upstairs.
He slowly turned around.
Sabrina gazed into his face and...
"Um...do I know you?"
The man's eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
"Sabrina Grimm?"