I'm running. I don't know where I'm going but I'm going fast. I have to run; I have to leave this forbidden place. I turn around to see who's chasing me but all I see is a dark figure, slowly catching up… He reaches out; he has almost gotten to me….

I wake up, shivering. The window is open. Did I open it before I went to sleep? I don't remember, I was too busy chasing Elvis around all night last night. Defiant little maniac, I thought. The glowing green numbers of my alarm clock tell me it's 3 AM. Too early, I think but I still can't shake my nightmare so I slowly rise from my bed and walk to my window. When I get there, I look out and see a large, dark figure peeking out from the trees. It darts away before I can make out what it is.

Probably just an animal, I assure myself, quickly closing the window and walking to my door. When I open it, all I see ahead of me is the black darkness of the hall. I quickly walk to the bathroom and turn on the light. I'm still shaking. I look in the mirror at my pale, scratched face. The face the Scarlet Hand seems to love to scratch. It has a tint of green in it and I notice that I have a terrible stomach ache.

I quickly wash my face and walk back to my room, stopping only to check on Daphne, who is snoring up a storm in her own room. I close her door and as I turn around to head to my room, I see a little face. I give a slight yelp, not that Daphne would hear me, though, considering we have to wake her up every day with a pan a wood spoon.

"Scareedd, Grimm?" Puck asks in a taunting tone of voice.

"No, idiot, just startled," I whisper and quickly walk back to my room but just as I am about to close the door, he flies in.

Greeeaaatt, I think as he sits on my rumpled bed, rudely making himself comfortable.

"What do you want?" I ask in a huff while I sit at my desk chair, trying to get as far away as I can from him.

"I want to talk…" Puck says, talking like he was about to give me some advice or talk about our feelings.

Uh ohh, I though.

"So I have been going through something in my head and have been thinking a lot about something."

"Yes…" I say, unsure where this is going.

"I, uh, kinda like you, more than a regular Grimm…"

Oh no, I don't like where this is going.

"Wanna go out?"

Yup, this is going to get prettyyy awkward…

"Uh, the thing is, Puck. Um… I don't like you. Not that way."