"So where are we going again? You don't even know who took him," I asked the pink winged man flying besides me. I tightened my grip on the corners of the faded carpet as I waited for his response. But when I looked up I realized that he was snoring and at any second he was going to plummet to his death.

"Carpet up to Puck," I instructed and it lurched upwards until Puck was uncomfortably sprawled across my lap. For the next hour or so he slept on me despite my attempts to wake him. I screamed in his ear, tickled his neck, punched him in the stomach, and even put lipstick on him but to no avail. He would not wake up. Finally I decided that drastic times called for drastic measures so I propped him up on my lap, pressed my lips to his ear and screamed,

"Peter Pan!" Puck's eyes shot open as he jumped up.

"Where is he?" But I was too busy falling through the air to respond. Just when it seemed like I was going to be impaled by a branch on one of the trees I was falling rapidly towards, I stopped falling. Something strong was holding me still and when I opened my eyes I saw Puck's blue eyes wink at me before flying me back to the carpet.

"See, I knew you needed me," He said arrogantly, his smile growing even wider by the second.

"It was your fault that I felt," I protested but he simply shrugged it off.

"Ehh, poh-tay-toe pah-tah-toe. Anyways Smelly, we are going to visit Beauty, the Beast, and mini Beastette." He said, answering my earlier question. I was about to yell at him for ignoring me and pretending to sleep when I realized it would be pointless. Puck would always be an enormous pain in my ass. I ran my hand through my now wind blown knotted hair and pulled it back in a pink elastic.

"So why are we visiting them again?" I asked while I pulled out a peanut butter jelly sandwich from my bag.

"Well, there's a new big, bad Everafter club called The New Hope and apparently Beast is a good guy now and has been trying to track them and figure out exactly how they plan on achieving their goal. Now give me some of that sandwich." He ordered and I reluctantly surrendered half before resuming our conversation.

"And what is their goal?"

"World domination of course, what else?" He said casually before sitting down next to me on the carpet and falling asleep. As his jam covered thumb drifted towards this dirty face, I wondered how he could possibly be nineteen years old and still act like he was six.

I pulled out my Grimm journal and began to write for the first time in months.

July 12th

It's a very good thing its summer and I decided not to take a summer biology course because I have been dragged away by Puck or Robin Goodfellow so that I can save my uncle, Jake Grimm. Apparently the Scarlet Hand was only the first power hungry organization to surface because a new order has formed. According to Puck-and I don't know how accurate he really is-The New Hope is another club of Everafters who are determined to rule over the humans. I have to say this news has really surprised me, mainly because I had finally outgrown my childhood suspicions of Everafters and was accepting them and myself as normal beings. Even more shocking, we are flying on a magic carpet to visit Beast and ask him about his research on them so that we can bring Uncle Jake back. Hopefully the next time I write, I will be able to say who took him and why.

The sun was starting to set as I placed my journal back in my bag and prodded the sleeping nuisance.

"Brina, are you ever going to let me sleep?" He complained noisily before wiping his face on the sleeve of his torn sweatshirt and sitting up.

"Well you said they weren't far and we have been flying for hours so I was hoping you could tell me where we are going." I said impatiently as I watched his face slowly wake up and fought the urge to smooth down the curls that stuck straight up on his head.

"Oh, they're in Michigan. In fact they are directly below us." He jumped off the side of the carpet, flying towards the ground at an alarming speed.

"Carpet, follow Puck." I instructed and hung on for dear life as we hurtled towards him. When I reached the ground, I rolled up the magic flying carpet and tucked it into my bag and continued to chase after Puck who had decided to race through the streets.

After ten minutes of darting in and out of traffic I found myself in the lobby of a very posh hotel, gasping for air.

"Smelly, you are out of shape. I'm pretty sure the old Sabrina was far more energetic than you." He said with a wink. Well I had had about enough of Puck's stupidity so I did what any self-respecting Grimm would do. I punched him in the gut.

As he clutched his lower abdomen, I asked the man at the check in desk politely if he could tell Mr. and Mrs. Beaste we were here to meet them. He phoned the room and informed us that the couple wanted us to meet them up there.

"They are in room number 324, and Miss, please take care of your boyfriends I don't think he's feeling well." He said while gesturing to Puck who was moaning about his stomach hurting.

"Thank you sir, I will."

The elevator door open with a cheerful ding and I found my stomach knot in anticipation of hearing of the new organization. If it was anything like the Scarlet Hand, I was about to have a very difficult summer.