Built around 1910, the Dolphin Hotel may not have been one of the most opulent hotels in New Your City, but it was known for having one of the most gracious and best services for wandering traveler or the accidental tourist. The lobby reminded a few of the aristocracy of Europe, but at a price that the typical regular man could afford. The employees were gracious unless you got Casey, one of the more opportunistic bellhops in the location. The structure had two hundred rooms and fifteen suites over twenty-five floors. Up on the twenty-third floor was the honeymoon suite, and a very beautiful woman sat at the vanity table in it brushing her blonde locks. She might not have had the presence of Marilyn Monroe or the body of Jayne Mansfield, but she was indeed special… very special if one knew the secrets of her past and abilities. Endowed with the royalty of Grace Kelly and the mystique of Veronica Lake, the modest beauty brushed her hair waiting for her brand-new husband to return to her. Beyond her five senses, something was rushing to meet her, coming to visit her. She heard the thunder of the sky, the rumble of clouds and the harmony of mystical energies filling her ears within the room. Where once was an unobstructed view of the apartment building across the street was now a stern yet upset woman of raven red hair wearing long and flowing lavender and green robes as thin as silk.. Her face was white, her ruby red lips trapped in an angry pout and her round eyes with the obvious eyelashes narrowed into annoyed yet worried slits holding back her frustration.

"Mother!" The younger beauty sat at the vanity surprised by her arrival. "What are you doing here?!"

"What am I doing here?'" Mother glided lovingly to her daughter. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm married!" The girl shined proudly, but her smile slowly nervously shrank away at the disproving shake of the head of her mother.

"I know…" Mother responded quite annoyed and upset at her. "Let you out of my sight for one minute! Now…" She turned round to the window. "Now, hold on to me and we'll be home before you can say…"

"I'm not going!" The newlywed daughter resisted.

"I was afraid of that." Mother sighed a bit at that response. "He has you under a spell. Oh, those young male witches are the worst kind…"

"He's not a warlock, nor a wizard…." Daughter knew the secrets of their family and the history of their culture very well.

"What?" Her mother placed her hand to her chest very haughty; she was not prepared for this. Her left eyebrow went up practically repulsed into screaming in disgrace.

"He is…" The younger sorceress continued as she stood, brushing her hair a bit more and setting aside her brush a second before looking back upon her mother. "If you pardon the expression, a normal mortal human being…"

"Oh, well, that's even easier!" Mother deviously grinned and wiggled her fingers toward her daughter craftily. "I'll just turn him into a toad or something!"

"Mother, you'll leave him alone!" Daughter risked her mother's disapproving anger to defend her new husband. "He's a dear sweet perfectly wonderful person!"

"Oh, my poor baby…" Mother patted daughter over the head. "He sounds simply horrible, oh, but don't worry, darling. I'll get you out of here."

"I'm not going!" Daughter resisted, folded her arms before her chest and resisted her mother's strict up bringing.

"Really…" Mother was used to her daughter's little games. "How would you like to spend your night with a bullfrog?" She threatened. Her daughter whirled round to her upset then softened to try again out of love.

"Don't you understand?" She appealed to any compassion her mother had left. "I'm happy with him."

"Don't talk to your mother that way." Mother shook her finger to her daughter. "I'll let you know when you're happy." There was a noise in the outer apartment from the door opening and closing. The prodigal son-in-law was back from checking his messages. The young newlywed daughter felt her heart skip a beat. How was she going to explain her mother being here?!

"Uh-oh…" She tensed up lightly out of fearful concern "He's coming in!"

"I'll take care of that!" Her mother moved for the bedroom door.

"Take it easy now!"

"I'm not going to hurt him…" Her mother looked to her daughter and back to the door. Her mortal son-in-law had knocked lightly to announce his entrance and was slowly pushing the door open in his entrance. He had a brief view of the room past the bedroom door, walked forward a few steps and entered to greet his brand new wife, but as he strided forward, he stepped aside to miss the bellboy carrying luggage, the salesman with the travel case and the young lady on the sofa with the baby and the small suitcase. Looking again, he recognized the front desk to his left side and the hotel entrance to his right. How did the hotel lobby get up here? Maybe the question was, how did he get back down to the lobby?! He whirled round under the crystal chandelier hanging from the high Elizabethan ceiling and around the expensive décor that illuminated the atmosphere. His mind tried to shake itself alert, his jaw dropped lightly from confusion and he looked around the fully dressed people looking upon him in his robe and slippers as if he had just popped down from the heavens. He reacted confused and bewildered, his embarrassment turning to frustration. A mother with children tugged her children closer to her, a bellhop smirked a bit amused and an interested observer gazed upon him once then twice before gesturing with his cigarette.

"Submitted for your approval," The observer spoke to an unseen audience beyond his world. "Mr. James Donald Reason, but then that's not his real name, but we'll get to that in a few minutes. You see… this is not his story, but rather that of the attractive young beauty upstairs by the same of Samantha Elizabeth Spellcraft. Samantha as you might have discovered a bit different beyond her looks and feminine appeals. Lovely Samantha is a witch, a sorceress and practitioner of magic from a group of beings much older than the span of us normal mediocre beings, but she is about to discover beings and individuals much older… and much more powerful that even herself. For you see, this is an alternate reality to the sequence of events you think you are aware of so well. In this skewed reality, things have turned into another direction designed to carry her beyond the boundaries of that expanse of reason which we know as…. the Twilight Zone."