A week. A week had gone by since the spell was cast. A week since Benny figured it out. A week since Grandma Weir told Pandora: Another way to undo the spell is to have the subject hate you so much, the spell is broken.

It's only safe to say the spell was broken that night.

Benny hadn't spoken to her since.

"Ethan," Benny says. "Please pass the salt."

Though Ethan is beside Benny, the pile of salt packages are near Pandora, who sat across from the two boys. She grabs two or three and holds out her arm, giving them to Benny. He pretends not to notice, and — after a sigh — Pandora gives them to Ethan instead. He then hands the salt over to Benny. "Thanks, Ethan," Benny says.

Pandora scoffs and picks up her plate. "I don't know why I even sit with you guys anymore," And then she walks towards where Sarah and Erica are.

"Pandora! Wait!" As she turns to look, Pandora sees Ethan get up and jog over to her. "What?" she asks.

"Look, I know Benny not acknowledging you is … " he looks for a word. " … harsh, but it's only going to last for a little while more, I swear … "

"A little while more?" Pandora cries. "It's been a week, and you know what? I'm moving back to Greece in a week or so! So forget about it!" she turns, letting a tear slip out of her eye. "I didn't like him that much anyway."

It's a lie.