"Hmm?" was all Abbie could manage to come out of her mouth. She gripped the marble counter top behind her as she stared at the face of her father.

A man who before this very moment she couldn't begin to imagine what his voice sounded like. He was fairly younger now, but she could still recognize him from the pictures that she took.

Oh how she obsessed over those photos. She sat outside of his home for hours on end hoping to catch a glimpse of his entire face. Secretly praying that one day he caught her and invited her in. She imagined the warm tea he would pour into her cup as he told her fairy tales of how he kept tabs on her and Jenny, and how he knew about everything that went on in their daily lives.

Except she never got caught.

And fairytales are for children.

Her father pointed to the smoking stove behind her.

"Oh!" Abbie turned the fire off and swatted the smoke.

"Let's salvage what we can huh?." Ezra turned to the girls laughing. "Come on dig in."

The girls gathered at the table. Jenny took a while longer getting into her seat and she had to kneel to reach her food.

"You're not eating?" Ezra turned and asked Abbie.

Abbie shook her head and turned to head to the bathroom. She still remembered where everything was.

Abbie opened the door to the bathroom and quickly shut it behind her. What was happening? What was this? She felt herself beginning to become light headed. Her chest heaved in and out as she slid down to the floor. She couldn't breathe. Placing her hand to her chest, she forced herself to calm down.

Figure out how to get out. Figure out how to get out. Figureouthowtogetout.

There was only one thing left to do.

The witness wiped her tears slowly and took one final deep breath before rising to her feet. She was reluctant to lift her gaze up to the mirror. In one final swift motion she pulled her shoulders back and locked eyes at the reflection.

Her mother's eyes stared back at her.

Abbie stumbled backwards then forward almost wanting to embrace the image. What the HELL was this?

She lifted her hands toward her face, and her mother, her reflection did the same. The throaty laugh that escaped her lips did not match the hurt displayed on her face. She slammed her palm against the sink, but a voice made her flinch.

"If you keep looking for things in the shadows, eventually you'll see them." her seven year old self uttered.

The skeleton of her tears coated her face as she stared at the child. "what?" her voice was hoarse.

The little girl nodded at the mirror. "You're not my mom." she simply stated as she proceeded towards her bedroom.

"Wait! How did you know that?" Abbie trotted down the long hallway after the girl.

"Because you don't look like mommy." the girl continued to walk away.

"Well who do i look like?" Abbie kneeled down in front of her.

The girl giggled and placed her hand over Abbie's heart as she leaned in to her ear and whispered. "Me."

Abbie felt a jolt of pain where the small hand had been.

"Deliver me the eye witness and I'll spare your sister." Pandora stroked Abbie's hair like she would a child and the witness pushed the mythical creature away from her.

"Forever eager to battle." Pandora smacked her lips and shook her head as she rose to her feet. "A shame."

Abbie created distance between herself and the evil in front of her. "Leave my sister out of this. She's no use for you anymore."

"You are correct my dear, but you are of great use to my husband." she began taking baby steps towards her. Her long black train followed behind her like a servant. "And it is quite clear that your sister is your sore point." The witch waved her hand to show a hologram of Jenny in shackles looking dehydrated and hurt."

"Let her go!" Abbie yelled.

"Of course I will my dear." Pandora dramatitized the first two wordsa. "As soon as I receive the eye!" she yelled growing closer.

Little Jenny skipped out into the hallway. Abbie didn't know if it was a trick from Pandora, but Jenny appeared to be twirling in slow motion. Even Pandora turned in shock.

"Ms. Mary Mack, Mack, Mack." the tiny voice echoed slowly along with her twirls. "All dressed in black, black, black." the twirling stopped abruptly. The child stared directly into the brown eyes of Pandora. "If you hurt my mommy" she said in a singsong tone. "you'll never get it back" she whispered.

Pandora stepped one foot towards the child making her let out an ear piercing scream. The sound reminded Abbie of before when she first arrived in tree land or wherever the hell she was. Her ears started to ring and it felt like someone was pounding on her temples. She closed her eyes and it was suddenly over.

"Goodnight mommy." she heard her seven year old self say.