"Hello?" A small voice cut through the murky darkness and whispered its way through the forgotten mansion.

A little girl dressed in soft pink and lavender stepped out into the feeble light offered by the flickering bulb in the narrow hallway. She looked around with dark brown eyes, searching in the darkness for anything, anyone. "Is anybody there?"

Wandering around for a little bit in the strange old Victorian household, she came to a single window, dusted over and yellowed with age. She peered through it, trying to see where she was.

Suddenly, a biting voice echoed through the halls. "Who's there? You'd better tell me or I'll swipe you a hard one."

The child whirled around, searching for the source of the voice. Finally, she noticed two figures draped in shadows by the back wall. Her eyes widened. "Who are you?"

A cheerful gale of laughter rang out, coming from the second of the two persons. "We asked you first, intruder. What are you doing in the old mansion?"

Biting back tears, the youth sobbed out a shaky reply. "My name is Emily, I'm twelve years old, I don't know where I am, I don't know who you are, I don't know how I got here, I didn't even know what this place was until you told me just now, and your friend with the threatening voice scares me."

The laugh bounced around the room again, this time followed by its creator, who stepped gaily into the light. It was a boy of about fifteen, with mussed up blonde hair and green eyes.

The other figure cautiously followed. She, too, looked to be about fifteen, with blonde hair. But instead of green eyes, she sported cold, suspicious blue ones. "What did you do to Daphne?" She said viciously.

Emily's eyes widened. "Daphne... Grimm?" She asked hopefully. Immediately, she felt a sharp dagger pressed against her throat. She bit back a screech of surprise.

"What do you know about Daphne?" The girl yelled.

Despite the weapon that threatened to end her life, Emily was practically bouncing up and down with excitement. "Oh, I know lots, but it's not because I'm a stalker or anything. She has brown hair, brown eyes, laughs alot, loves the good guys, tries hard to see the good in the bad guys, loves her sister, wants to see her sister and Puck get married, just like how it was when she went to the future, and much much much much much more.

"I also know some stuff about you, Sabrina." she pointed at the fifteen year old girl. "You're in love with Puck; that's plain as day, even though you won't admit it, you thought that you were abandoned by your parents when you were ten years old, you hated most Everafters for the longest time, you're moody..."

By this time, Sabrina was hyperventilating. How did this stranger know all of these things? I was impossible! At least, without the girl being with them for almost all of the time that they were in Granny Relda's house.

She carefully took the dagger off of the girl's neck and swiftly grabbed her arm. "You need to come with us." she said cautiously. "You wont be going anywhere until you have been questioned further."