Henrietta's eyes had been scanning pages of the grimoire as Stefan spoke to her. Deep sighs escaped her every so often as the horrible news of the travelers and the Other Side came spilling out to her. She wasn't sure how long Stefan had been explaining the future, but she judged by the lack of light in the room that the sun had nearly set.

With a bit of will power, a candle seemingly lit itself next to her and provided and orange glow of light to read by. Her hand came up and rubbed her eyes for a moment to ease the ache that came with reading in dim lighting.

"The witches seem to think that you can save it, Henrietta..." Stefan told her in a soft tone. His eyes were trained out the window on the sight of children playing stick-ball in the street.

She sucked in a deep breath and let her hand drop to the table as she gave him a half-lidded stare. "I don't know what to do, Stefan. I'm only a simple witch, I don't raise the dead or what-have-you." Her head shook on the fist supporting her cheek and her eyes drifted back down to the table. "This... This is all very overwhelming. Why do the witches think I could save everyone?"

"I don't know." He turned his attention back to her and came over to the table. Stefan managed to pull out a chair so he could take a seat across from her. A sigh left him as looked at the table. "I'm sorry I put this on you-"

"Don't apologize for saving my life," she interrupted him.

Stefan's mouth opened to say something in response, but nothing came out. He just closed it and looked back up to her.

"If the witches believe I can do it, then I must... I only wish they sent you with a manual." A frown pulled at her face and she lifted her head from her fist. She lazed back into her chair and looked over to him.

"I asked someone to keep me updated if he heard anything."

Her brown eyes reflected the candle flame as she watched him, then she nodded while raising a brow and turned her attention back to the opened grimoire. She'd only read a few of the pages, but they took her minutes, maybe even hours to understand. She wasn't as advanced as the witch who had written it.

"I really wish you wouldn't read that," Stefan pleaded.

"I can't help it," She told him and straightened her back. Leaning forward she took hold of the book and began to read through the complicated spells again. "It calls to me..."

"That's probably a good reason to not read it then. You said yourself that it's dark."

"Yes, and it's highly complicated. I can barely grasp the ones I've read." She flipped a page and her brows scrunched together as she struggled to continue reading. But her head began to shake. "The spells in this grimoire-... Why would anyone want to trap spirits?"

"What?" He asked.

"This one here," She began, "It speaks of trapping spirits and absorbing their energy."

"Spirits as in ghosts?"

Her shoulders came up towards her ears as she shook her head again. She didn't know. "The incantation tells me that it's spirit magic acting to imprison a spirit. But the next part of the spell is clearly not spiritual. No spirit would allow such a thing..." Henrietta's eyes continued to shift through the sloppy handwriting, but a sudden deep chill through her spine made her eyes stop and her hands slowly place the grimoire back on the table.

Stefan noticed her subtle change of expression and watched her carefully. She'd glanced up at him then seemed to stare over his head. Furrowing his brows, he turned in his seat to look back but was thrown across the room before he caught sight of what hit him.

Henrietta jumped up from her seat and backed away from the table. Her eyes frantically searched for whatever threw Stefan, but the force was invisible to her. As she took another step back, she was suddenly struck into a wall.

Regaining himself, Stefan opened his eyes and saw Henrietta being pinned to the wall by a man who he quickly recognized from Sloan's coven. It was one of the travelers who'd sacrificed themselves in order to bring Markos back. The traveler had begun uttering words Stefan couldn't understand and Henrietta began to choke. Pulling himself to his feet, he shouted to try to get the traveler's attention, but he'd ignored Stefan and kept speaking his incantation.

Stefan could feel that rage start to fill him again, just as it had when that gunman had stood over Henrietta with the barrel of the rifle aimed for her head. His eyes darkened. Blood vessels protruded on his face. And in a flash of vampiric speed, Stefan had grabbed the ghost of the witch and threw him onto the counter. "Henrietta, it's a traveler!" he yelled to her as his hand grabbed at the man's neck and squeezed. It was a failed attempt to choke the witch, Stefan realized, when he remembered the traveler was already dead.

Henrietta had slumped to the floor as she held her throat, gasping and heaving for breathes. When she heard Stefan yell to her, she strained for the grimoire.

In a burst of energy, Stefan was thrown across the room again and crashed into the wall, knocking things down before he fell to the floor again. Henrietta cried out as the man began his incantations again which caused her to clutch at her stomach and curl in the pain.

Stefan watched as the witch made his way closer to Henrietta. In another rush, Stefan grabbed him and drove him into the floor which managed to crack the hardwood. But Henrietta was still crying in pain as the witch continued uttering his spell. Stefan's fist met with the traveler's jaw repeatedly as he punched him, silencing the spell.

Henrietta relaxed on the floor as the pain subsided. She looked over to Stefan to see him beating at an empty space then looked back to the table. In a panic, she pushed herself to her feet and reached for the grimoire only to see Stefan get thrown past her and for the grimoire to fly off the table. She was flown back against a wall as the witch stood and continued to speak the spell. "Stefan!" she choked, "Salt!"

Stefan pulled himself from a pile of books and looked up as the witch continued the spell. Looking around the room, his eyes searched for something with salt. He caught sight of a pair of salt and pepper shakers by the wood-stove and rushed for them. Stefan grabbed the salt and turned. He hurled it at the witch's feet. The salt shaker exploded as it collided with the floor and salt crystals flew upwards at the traveler. The man's form suddenly scattered and vanished. Henrietta fell again and took several large breaths as she held herself up off the floor with her arms. But Stefan was looking around for any sign of the traveler.

"Are you alright, Henrietta?" He asked as he glanced over to her. He saw her nod and cough before she picked herself up and hurry over to the grimoire. She picked it up off the floor and opened it.

"Is it coming back?..." she asked with a horse voice.

"I don't know."

"What happened to you after I struck you with the rifle?"

"I woke up in a cemetery." He turned to face her.

She looked at him with an apologetic remorse then back to the grimoire, flipping pages back.

"What are you doing?"

"If it comes back, I'm going to trap it."

"What? No!" Stefan stepped over towards her but was stopped suddenly as he walked into an invisible wall. Looking down, he saw the mess of salt on the floor and stepped back. He turned his eyes back up to her. "Don't mess with dark magic, Henrietta!"

"It's only one spell. I'll be fine," she pressed as she read a page.

Stefan opened his mouth to protest, but the form of the traveler suddenly appeared in front of him with anger stretched across his face. Seeing Stefan stiffen, Henrietta took a few steps back into the mess of salt before Stefan was thrown through the air again. He crashed into a wooden rocking chair as Henrietta began the spell to trap the witch.

"Phasmatos tribum, hoc cohibere spiritus..." She spoke.

The traveler had begun to walk towards Stefan, but it had stopped abruptly in its steps. With confusion washing over his face, the traveler turned around to look at Henrietta.

"Exhaurire animam suam usque ad me!" Henrietta finished and looked up from the book.

The man's face had a look of pure horror when he heard the incantation. Screams erupted from the traveler as his form began to deteriorate, taking on a mist-like form. It was quickly pulled back towards Henrietta and she cried out in pain as it engulfed her and dropped to her knees as it was forcibly sucked into her body.

Stefan watched from across the room silently, in shock of what he had just witnessed. Getting to his feet slowly, he looked over at Henrietta with caution as she sat on the floor, pain covering her face. "Henrietta?..." he called out to her softly and stepped over. He got as close as he could before the salt stopped him.

She thrust the book away from her and cried as tears seeped from her eyes, and shaky breaths escaped her every few seconds.

"Henrietta!" Stefan shouted in worry. When he saw her head begin to shake from side to side he could feel every fiber of his spectral body twist in fear.