The alarm clock screamed, but it was short lived as Izzy once again flung it across the room into the wall. When she looked up, she practically mentally slapped herself. I got to stop doing that. Now we don't know what time it is...Mom always yelled at me for doing that, but she always got me a new one. Mom...Marie...

Izzy stretched as warm rays of light flew into the room, an easy smile spreading across her face. To her last night was a blur pretty much, first night in weeks she didn't have a nightmare of some sort. Carrie was fast asleep, hopefully not like she was last night, from what Izzy could remember. She shrugged it off, a small smile still on her face, and got up to go outside onto the balcony breathing in the fresh English air.

"Hopefully today won't be as bad, hopefully. There's always something," Izzy said softly to herself, in her mind hoping someone would talk back. As much as Carrie was her best friend, this whole thing was straining that relationship, Izzy practically felt all alone and it was bothering her deeply. She didn't let that bother her though, today was beautiful. She went back inside to find Carrie groggily sitting up.

"Broke it again?"

Izzy's smiled widened and she giggled. "What's so damn funny?"

Izzy stopped and said, "Nothing. Today just seems so beautiful."

"Yeah for you. You didn't have a nightmare."

"Well no I didn't, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna let it bother me."

"YOU IDIOT! Why do you get to be happy?! You don't even know what's going on!"

"Then why don't you tell me for once in your freakin life!! Stop keeping things from me! Why do you get to be all unhappy huh? You're family isn't in jeopardy!"

My God we sound like a couple. But how do I tell her that I was about to stab her, kill her, last night? How do I freakin tell her!? Carrie took a deep breath and got out of bed and went straight into the bathroom. Izzy stood there dumbfounded but went back outside onto the balcony.

Carrie didn't even bother to take a shower, though it was a good idea. She managed to brush her hair and then bent over the sink to wash her face with just a cool splash of water. As Carrie reached for a towel and dried her face, she looked into the mirror. Carrie was so close to screaming, but she couldn't. In front of her was the man from her dream that was about to make her kill Izzy. His cold eyes bore into her, she couldn't move.

Now I have a clue for you two. He smirked. Get the map and open it, when you do make sure you put it over a candle and you'll find an inscription on the paper. It's a riddle, so you'll have to think extra hard, but hopefully not too hard. Buh-bye!

He vanished into a swirl of fog. Carrie dashed out of the room, pulled out the map, and searched the room for a candle. Unfortunately there was none. Getting an idea, Carrie bolted for the lamp and put the map over it. Nothing.

"Hey, what's all the commotion? What are you doing with the map?"

"Uhhhh...well you see...that thing, actually a he, come in through the mirror and told me that there's an inscription on it...only it isn't working. We need a candle."

"Why do you sound so weird? Oh well, there's a bunch of stores on this street, maybe we'll get lucky. Let's go."

"Since when did you get dressed so fast?"

"Since you were in the bathroom so long."

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The two began there search at around 2 in the afternoon on the streets on London. Oddly the sun had disappeared behind the still clouds, and it had turned into one of those must sleep in days. After half an hour Carrie already got jittery. Impatient of how their luck was even worse for just candles, she began to just go on and on about complaining.

"You would have thought they had candles I mean come on the sign says they have everything!"

"Chill, alright. it's a sign, don't believe what you read! And stop being so impatient, that's my job."

As they left that store, they finally came to a small nook. At the edge was a small blood red door with a sign that read "WITCHCRAFT". Izzy was about to open the door when Carrie stopped her.

"Do you have any idea of what's in there?"

"Oh stop being a coward, we've been through worse. They might have candles."

"Yeah, but there might be a looney in there, all of those kinds of people are."

"Oh, I disagree with you on that."

They entered into a silent store. No one was inside at the moment. They began to look around when Carrie finally found what they were looking for. As Carrie made her way over, something jumped out at her.

"WELCOME! Welcome to me store. Find watcha' lookin' fors?" an old hag dressed in 18th century cloths appeared, almost giving Carrie a heart attack. Is it just me, or everyone out to get me?

"Yeah thanks, we found what we were looking for," Izzy chimed in as the old woman made her way back to the counter, pulling out a spell book of some sort and reading it quietly to herself.

"Stop being to jumpy will ya?" Izzy said putting a hand on Carrie's shoulder, who's heart was still racing like 1000 times a minute. Carrie huffed a little, pretending like she wasn't scared, and was about to reach for a candle when the lady said, "be careful what candle ya choose, deary," the old woman rose from her chair and made her way to the two girls and continued, "For every candle has a purpose."

"We just need a candle, doesn't matter," Carrie said quickly.

"Doesn't matter, you need to choose. What are ye using it for?"

"Uhh..just to get some for our house," Carrie said uneasily.

But unfortunately, the old woman was not believing their response. The woman came closer and grabbed the book from Izzy's backpack. As she opened it, the old woman's eyes froze in fright, but calmly closed it and put it back.

"You need stronger candles." (I can imagine Carrie & Izzy's response as in WTF!!)

The old woman turned around and came them two pure white candles with Celtic writing embedded in them. Carrie and Izzy looked at the woman confused, who just had a simple smile playing on her face.

"Take'm...I 'ave no use fo um. From the looks of it, ya need'm more than I do. No charge."