Wow. I bet ya'll so confused! Every review was like "wtf, where the hell is Puck."

OH GIRL I'LL SHOW YOU.

IF YOU READ.

YEAH.

…yeah.

Sabrina stared at her family. This was all some sort of elaborate scheme that Puck had bribed them into going along with. But the look on their faces were dead serious, almost concerned, as if Sabrina was the one who had lost her mind.

"…Puck. The fairy boy. You know, the one who lives with us? Smells like big-foot's private porta potty? Saved us a few times? The acclaimed Trickster King from Midsummer Night's Dream?"

The Grimms and crew responded with a blank stare.

Sabrina groaned and threw her hands up in the air. How long would the damn joke persist?

"Come on, I know I like to pretend he doesn't exist every once in a while, but seriously? I need him right now, it's going to rain soon, and he can't fly me up if his stupid girl wings get wet."

Silence. Utter silence.

"You guys seriously don't remember Puck?" she asked, hesitantly. She was beginning to get a bit scared- something was not right at all.

Everyone nodded. Whoever the blonde was talking about was some sort of conjured memory.

Sabrina shook her head. Something was up. And judging by the way her dad looked- well, he knew. But she wasn't willing to question him yet- he looked guilty, and the girl had a feeling that her dad had done something unforgivable. Sabrina wouldn't say that putting forgetful powder on everyone in the world was below him.

"So wait- Granny. Is Puck- Or Robin Goodfellow, whatever- in Ferryport? Is he a legitimate Everafter?"

Granny looked thoughtful for a second.

"No, I don't think he was ever conjured. Too minor, perhaps."

"Minor?" Sabrina exclaimed. "He was the one who freaking effed up everyone's life!"

How could he not get conjured?

Conjured was Grimm talk for being put in existence. Once the fairy tale was written, if it had The Book magic within it's pages, the characters would become real. But not every character was conjured- there would be too many. Only the main ones were, and, every once in a while, secondary ones. But never people who had only one or two lines.

Puck was a main, though! A secondary at the very least. He couldn't just…not exist one day!

What in the name of the blue fairy was going on? …Blue fairy- she would know!

Farrah had accomplished inter-dimensional travel a while ago. She knew everything- possible pasts, possible presents, and possible futures. She would remember Puck from a parallel or present- Sabrina knew that forgetful powder didn't work on her.

"You know what? I can do it by myself. Um…sorry. I think I'm a bit sleepy…" Sabrina declared, then trailed off. She slowly grabbed her jacket and put it on stoically and left the house carefully. Very ladylike-ly.

However, all bets were off once she was outside. She began to run as fast as she could towards the town center, where she would get the Farrah's diner. The ground was covered in sparse grass and hard dirt- it was a bit of torture on Sabrina's feet to be stamped by the hard ground, but soon it began to rain and she was sloshing about in mud.

There was something so basically wrong that she got more agitated by the second. She couldn't confide in anyone, except the Blue Fairy, because for all she knew everyone would figure she had finally tipped and was now genuinely psychotic. They'd try to convince her that there was no Puck, and get all worried when she persisted. God forbid they'd try to, ugh, intervene. Sabrina Grimm could figure things out on her own, thank you very much!

She knew, somewhere in her head, that it had to do with the dream. That stupid, pointless dream. Where had it suddenly gone wrong? She put all her might into trying to recollect the later moments of it. There was a minty green glow- and fainting- and a crystal-

She felt a headache coming on and stopped trying to figure it out. She'd try again later, but for now she had to make do with what she had just discovered.

A green glow? Fainting? Crystals? She cringed. Her dream sounded more like a Indiana Jones movie than anything.

A horrible sequel version, too.

Whew! I just realized that I'll be able to update much faster if I write in small portions!

I swear, the next chapter will bring back the humor. I can't elaborate, but take my word for it.