I'm going right into the story today, so many hugs to the people who reviewed, happy late Halloween, and I don't own anything.

Sabrina's eyes slowly came open, feeling weighted as if her lids were made of lead.

She was alone as far as she could tell, in a dark room that didn't seem like it was made of anything she had ever felt before. It was as if she was under water, but breathing as easy as if she was in open air.

The first thought that came into her mind was mouse.

For no particular reason, as far as she could tell, but it seemed like it was important. What was so important about a mouse…?

The next thing she thought about was Puck. Which sent a flood of memories rushing through her brain.

Was she really…dead?

It seemed impossible. She had just been on that island with Puck, trying to keep away from Daphne's cold glare. And then there was that mouse from a book her sister knew much better than her. A book that had said something about soup…

Urg. It was hard to think here, wherever she was. Everything was so vauge, and distant. It was like her mind was a plane, with both engines exploded, so it was spiraling downward towards the rapidly approaching earth.

"Okay," she said with a deep breath to herself, noticing the strange echo in this place, "I need to figure a way out of here."

She tried pushing herself to her feet, but there was a small problem: her limbs felt rather detached, and she couldn't tell whether she was sitting or standing. In fact, concepts like "up" and "gravity" seemed to have no affect on her.

So she gave up on the "standing up and walking around" thing, settling instead for straining her eyes for any pinpoint of light.

She eventually discovered that she was spinning around like yarn tightening into a ball, but very slowly. There was, however, a small dot of blue light very far off. She did everything she could to go towards it, but found this impossible after running, swimming, streamlining herself for flight like she had done with Puck, and simply willing herself to be there failed her.

She closed her eyes again, (there wasn't much to look at anyways,) and felt the gentle pressure of…something around her. She still couldn't tell what.

Tracking lessons with Mr. Canis years ago rushed back to her, telling her to keep focusing on all of her senses.

So she tried hearing. And, much like with her sight, after a lot of effort, she heard something. It was echoey, and distant, but she could just make it out.

Crying. Crying was definitely dominate.

Footsteps. Snapping twigs. Crunching leaves.

The twitter of birds. Wind in the trees.

Waves crashing to the shore.

Sabrina's eyes opened again, this time with the velocity of a Ferrari at the end of a big race.

"Puck," she said, her own (open, like I just explained) eyes streaming with bitter, salty tears.

You know, you can ask for anything. Said a voice in Sabrina's head.

"What?"

I am the Rose Elf. I whisper to you in your dreams.

Rose Elf…it was familiar. She had read a story about him, she was sure, but she had skimmed over it, in a hurry to read everything she could. She did, however, remember it as a fifteen on the "bloody" scale of one to ten.

"Where's Puck?" Sabrina demanded of the creature, who was now undoubtedly labeled as "Everafter."

He is right here, with us, but you cannot sense him. For he is also thousands of miles away.

"So," said Sabrina in disgust, "I'm pretty much dead."

Yes. But no, all the same.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Snapped Sabrina, losing patience.

You are in mortal peril. Beyond comatose. You could easily die, right here, right now, but I suppose you could say I'm your spirit guide. I'm here to keep you from dying, because that would be much worse than bad.

"Great. Does Puck know about this?"

He believes you dead. That, indeed, was him you just heard crying.

"What about Granny, Daphne, Uncle Jake, and my parents?" Pressed the twelve year old, her voice strong yet strongly shaky.

They were searching for you, but have forgotten. Your grandmother suffers a fate same to yours.

"Oh, great. So I'm not the only one," said Sabrina to the Elf sarcastically.

Shall I take you to her? I have a great influence on things.

"Duh." Muttered the impatient blond, knowing that the Elf had already known her answer.

Brace yourself, Sabrina Grimm. Things are about to get very interesting.

It felt like flying in the middle of the night: exhilarating and yet terrifying. Sabrina resisted the urge to scream, knowing that it would do her no good as cool air raked her cheeks, even if that odd pressure was still pressing against her fair skin. It was a unique experience, to say the least.

The green light was coming closer and closer, and Sabrina slowly found herself able to focus on individual things around her. It seemed as if someone had upturned a poorly decorated house to see what would spill out, the suspended these objects in midair. Everything from tacky 60s Barbies to a rickety chair that would most likely be placed by a fire sped past.

"Okay. Where am I?" asked Sabrina, doing her best to keep the rising bile back.

The best I can say at the moment would be a darker branch of Wonderland. I've seen nothing else like it.

Ooh-kaaay, then, she may as well have been in one of her mom's Tim Burton movies. (AN: WOOTS!)

We'll be stopping very quickly in a moment. Best prepare yourself.

The stop was, indeed, sudden. Sabrina would have normally stumbled, but as there was nothing to trip over other than…substance she couldn't very well trip.

But she got a much bigger shock from seeing Granny Relda.

Dear, dear me. This is not good at all.

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Daphne stared out at the ocean, thinking to herself that it was her fault. Just like her sister used to, she had been selfish, and she had torn everyone apart. Now Granny Relda was dead, and Puck and Sabrina were nowhere to be found. The case was still up in the air, but nobody was doing anything about it due to this very, very unlikely plot twist.

But, yet, life was going on. Slowly though it did, time passed. Even when that was the last thing she wanted to happen.

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Puck had to stop sometime, and he knew it. He had definitely convinced himself that Sabrina was just asleep, though any person in their right mind wouldn't dare call her anything but dead. Well, if they knew what you readers do then they wouldn't, obviously, but this didn't seem like rocket science. And she wasn't sparkling or anything, so she couldn't be a vampire.

But Puck was clinging to this small hope that Sabrina was asleep; he would never survive otherwise. He had always known that Sabrina would die, but so soon? He was really glad that his chimpanzees were nowhere in sight, and that his pixies were in a haze, because he would rather eat his own feet than he, the Trickster King, be seen crying.

To be or not to be? Ugh. He was not going to quote Shakespeare, the guy was just some idiot who wrote his part out wrong. He would never say all of those stupid poems, even if he was paid.

Glad for some distraction (any distraction, even if it was Shakespeare) he continued to mentally abuse the sixteenth century's most beloved playwright. But the knife plunged deep into his ribs was still there-this distraction was just and Advil. It dulled the pain, but he was still in critical condition.

His feet were made of lead, they must have been. Why else would he be having so much trouble lifting them? Oh. Right. Because he was carrying Sabrina's body.

Duh.

R. and. R. Or I will sneak into your house in the middle of the night and eat your cookies. Then DIE! …just kidding, but do it anyways!