She stayed in bed for hour's after that. She didn't dare take a step out of her bedroom. The morning sun rose high into the sky. Kat couldn't help but wonder why nothing had happened yet. Still, she wouldn't move an inch from her place.

Her foster father hadn't come up to her room, yanking and pulling at her hair so she'd get up. He didn't scream or yell for her to come downstairs like he had done countless of times before.

Where was he?

Kat slowly stood from her bed, making it creak lightly as she moved delicately. She felt a strange sensation against her skin, soft, smooth silk was wrapped around her frame as her fingers traveled across her nightgown. This was all so strange yet extremely familiar to her. Such nice delicacies even that of a simple smooth nightgown had never been a part of her life before. Yet it felt so right all the same.

Shaking the thoughts away, Kat slowly went to her door. It was unlocked. She'd never leave it unlocked. Not one of her various locks were hinged or set.

She muscled up the courage to peek her head out the door. The hallway was strangely quiet. It was peaceful. Kat dared to walk toward her foster father's bedroom door and noticed it was widely open. She walked over and noticed the corner of a brown desk. Her foster father never had anything but his bed inside his bedroom.

The young woman reached the side of the doorframe and looked inside the room. It was practically empty. It had only the one desk with a few other books on top of it, and a small couch in the corner.

"W-What?", she was speechless. Her foster father's room was empty. It was as if he didn't even exist in her life at all.

"Kat!" a male's voice called from outside her front door.

Dante? Kat couldn't help but wonder if it was her dear friend. No, this man's voice was much too different, but she couldn't help but hope that it truly was the hunter.

She ran down the stairs quickly, her hair jumped with every step she took. Her whole house was much different. It had a warm vibe within it which Kat welcomed cautiously.

Kat managed to get to the door without slipping and practically ripped it open. She was met with blindness from the bright sun that shone through the doorway.

"Kat, what took you so long?" she heard. The young woman shook her head slightly and recovered from the brightness. In front of her, a man no older than herself, although he was about a head taller. He had short brown hair, sandy eyes and a large smile on his face. He must be a friend. Or at least that's what she thought.

"Why aren't you dressed?" he asked, "It's practically mid-day." The stranger let himself into her house and closed the door behind him. He wore a gray hoodie and a backpack slung over his shoulders. Who did he think he was coming into her home like that. "Boss isn't going to like that you're late." he started toward the stairs.

Kat stood her ground. Who was this man? Why was he in her house?

She muscled up all the courage within her and spoke, "I-I'm sorry, what are you doing? Who are you?" her face stern and her arm's folded over her chest. She at least had tried her best to seem as menacing as she could.

The man turned back and looked at her with a puzzled look. They didn't have time for games. "What do you mean?" he chuckled lightly, "Is this a joke?"

But Kat made no attempt to move, her face was serious as she looked the stranger up and down.

"It's me, it's Mikey," he walked toward her slowly. Mikey was more than confused, "Everything alright, Kat?"

The young woman's mind went fuzzy. She did know this man yet she had never at all had met him in her life. She recalled taking classes alongside him and other times where they spent time together but nothing more than just a drizzle of who this man was.

"Mikey, yeah," she feigned knowing who he was, "you're um... a friend?"

Lying wasn't on of her best talents. Kat would need to work on that much later but for now she had to just try to keep her head together.

"Look, I'll call Lawrence and tell him your out sick, he should understand." Mikey proceeded to take out his phone and dial a number.

Kat felt that she knew this man from somewhere, from before any of this mess even happened. She somehow knew she could trust him. Mikey, the name somehow felt extremely familiar.

He hung up and Kat was still in her daze. "Hey, Kat. You okay?" he reached over to comfort her, an arm on her shoulder.

The young woman didn't pull back, she looked up at him. "Mikey. I know you from before this, from years ago, don't I?" she didn't care if she sounded insane, Kat needed answers, she wanted answers and she would get them.

"Yeah, you're really not okay," he tried nudging her toward the stairs and Kat, strangely as it seemed, did as she was motioned to and started walking, albeit very slowly. "Did you hit your head or something? Maybe you had a rough night yesterday?"

"Mikey!" she shook her hands in front of her as they reached the steps, she tried her best not to become hysterical but it was much easier said than done, "How long have I known you exactly?", she asked, exasperated.

He seemed to understand her urgency, "I-I don't know? Since like high school?" Mikey shrugged, "But we never really spoke back then. Should I take you to see a doctor?"

Of course, Kat was certain she had known him from before. They never spoke much in school, only a few waves during lunch or the occasional small talk during class, but that was it. She didn't even have him for more than 2 classes and she remembered it well. History and Sociology.

Hopefully he wouldn't freak out if she tried to explain her problem to him. It seemed like they were really good friends.

"Mikey," she held him by his arms, "If I tell you the truth, promise not to think I'm crazy? And even if you do think I'm crazy, can you at least help me?" she tried her best to sound sane and reasonable.

Mikey nodded, his brows furrowed and his golden eye's looked her over, "Of course I'd help you. I know for sure you'd never lie though."

Kat let out a shakey breath. Show time.

"I-I can't remember my life, you need to help me remember my life," she said. It was the only way she knew how to say the truth. "Where's my foster father, Mikey? How did we ever become friends after high school? Who am I?"

Sanity just went out the window.

"Kat, Kat, Kat. Did you... don't tell me you went into your, uhh your other world."

Other world?

"It's been years since you told me you've been there. Kat?" Mikey ran a hand through his hair and began to walk aimlessly around her.

Her face displayed confusion. Did he know about Limbo? She seriously needed answers and she needed them soon.

She stepped back, "What do you mean by other world exactly?"

Mikeysighed. He stopped in his tracks and looked up to the young woman, "You did, didn't you? Limbo, Kat."

The young woman eyed him curiously. How did he know about this? Had she trusted him so much that she told him about Limbo?

Mikey sighed once more, a bit more irritated than before. He was worried for her.

"How do you know about Limbo?" the young woman asked him once more, sternness in her voice.

He scoffed before running a hand through his extremely short hair once again and rubbing his temples. Mikey let out a very long breath and tried his best to stay calm and composed himself.

"Let's get you dressed first. And maybe some breakfast," he sighed before pushing her back up the stairs and toward her room.

Kat dressed quickly. She found elegant looking clothes which she thought were beautiful. But Kat still loved the simple things in life. She found a more comfortable set of clothes which she was far more comfortable with. A dark blue pullover hoodie and shorts which she found deep inside her closet and changed into that.

"Where are my boots?" she asked herself while coming out from her restroom and back into her bedroom.

Mikey was laying on her bed and on his phone while waiting for her to finish getting ready. Kat was acting strange but he wouldn't push anything.

After having found her boots, Kat slid them on her feet and grabbed a bag which sat on the chair just beside her bedroom door.

She began to look through it. Nothing unusual, a phone, wallet, gum wrappers, even makeup. This was not what she usually carried around, at least not in her reality.

"You ready? Let's get some breakfast to help clear your head, my treat," Mikey said as he stood up and started out of Kat's bedroom.

The young woman grabbed her bag and followed right behind him.

They walked for a few minutes, Mikey trying to get her to speak but Kat was beyond confused. She was stuck in her head, trying to make sense of everything. She couldn't place her finger on it exactly but surrounding her she felt a strong aura. Good or bad, she had yet to figure that out.

"Kat," the man snapped his fingers in front of her face.

She shook her head out of her thoughts and looked at Mikey who sat in front of her. They were at a nearby donut shop. Apparently the young witch had zoned out the whole walk and only now noticed where they were at the moment.

"Sorry," she said quietly, still in her own thoughts.

"Alright," Mikey began, a cup of coffee sitting in front of him, "Start talking."

Kat sighed and fiddled with her own drink before finally answering, looking around at the slightly empty shop before continuing, "Everything is different here. I don't have my wiccan charms or ingredients," she said honestly.

Mikey nodded and told her to continue.

"My foster father is dead, I know that much. I also know now that this isn't my world," she tried to explain slowly.

The young man gave her a quizzical look. He knew that she owned and read through wiccan books and the sort as well as practicing such things but Kat had never told him of the actual things that could happen or were happening as she did them.

"My conclusion," Kat continued, "Is that, don't think I'm crazy, Mikey, but-"

"But you think someone is fucking around with realities," Mikey finished for her.

The young witch thought for a moment. She then nodded, "Yes, altering time and possibly even jumping through dimensions."

Mikey massaged his head and rubbed at his eyes. The donut shop was quite empty for that time in the morning. He did his best to take in all the information she gave him so suddenly and understand it as well as he could.

Altering time? Jumping dimensions? Mikey then realized, he'd heard much more unbelievable things in his time so this wasn't so far fetched.

"Alright, but, I mean, is that even possible? You can make potions and spells to jump through time and space, Kat? That's a bit much don't you think? Even for you."

She nodded, her eyebrows raised as she tried to explain all this to her friend, "If you bring in various other components, yes it may actually be possible although difficult but very possible. In my reality, I helped fight against the demons-"

Wait.

Something outside the shop suddenly caught her eye.

Red.

The young woman stood up quickly without a second thought and made her way toward the door. Mikey took a last sip from his coffee before following suit. Kat was far from finished with her explanation.

"It can't be," Kat thought to herself.

The young woman stood at the doorway, she pulled the shop door open and looked all around. Kat could have sworn she saw the sleeve of his jacket. His jacket. But it couldn't have been, could it?

"You alright?" Mikey's voice suddenly brought her back. The young man set his hand on her shoulder. He then brought her back into the shop. Kat slowly made her way back to their table and sat down.

"I'm sorry, I thought I saw something," she explained.

"Kat," the young man began to speak, "You said you helped fight demons in your- in your reality," Mikey had to whisper as another person passed by their table and sat quite close.

The woman nodded, "I'll explain it all to you. But for now, let's get out of here," she told him.

Mikey agreed and they left the small donut shop. There was much that needed to be explained and solved.