"So where's Puck?" Daphne asked distractedly as I walked through the door of the café, where she had asked me to meet her.
"You didn't say I had to bring him," I said a little grouchily, she perked her head up and looked at me thoughtfully before speaking again.
"What happened?" Her face twisted in confusion.
"Just Puck being Puck." I stated in a way that said I didn't want to talk about him at all and, thankfully, Daphne go the message. I sat down across from her and took a sip from the lemonade she had gotten for me. I couldn't imagina a beverage more satisfying than lemonade and this lemonade was one of the best I'd ever had. It was ice cold, but not watered down at all, sweet, and sour. I gulped down half of the yellow nectar before realizing that I might want to savor it. Miraculously, the drink had brightened my mood considerably and I was feeling rather happy. We spent the rest of the afternoon calling up family friends who might know information but to no avail. No one seemed to know anything about the list.
"So what about Toby? Has he texted you yet?" She asked after we had exhausted every resource in trying to find out Maleficent's location.
"No, I was thinking that maybe I should just call him instead." I pulled out my phone and dialed his number before listening to the annoying ringtone. After six rings I was afraid that he wouldn't pick up.
"Hello," Toby said in a hushed tone.
"Toby, it's me Sabrina. What's going on at your house? Did you find out where Jake is?" There was a brief pause on the other end before Toby responded.
"Yes, can you meet me at my house? My mom and dad just left."
"I'll be there in ten." I said quickly before hanging up telling Daphne what Toby had said. After a lot of persuading on her side, I texted Puck saying where I was going and why. Then I started to walk to meet Toby, all the while racking my brain as to where Uncle Jake could be. I had just reached the house when Toby rushed out to see me.
"Sabrina come quick!" He yelled, "We don't have much time, they're going to kill him soon!" I ran after him into the house. The first that I noticed about the house was that once I had stepped inside, the door locked automatically. I would have asked Toby about it but he was still dashing though the house, not wanting to waste time, I followed him. He stopped in front of a what appeared to be a small hall closet.
"He's through there," Toby said hurriedly and I crawled in between coats until I was in a large room. It was the room that I remembered from my dreams and sure enough, in the corner of the room, there was Uncle Jake sprawled across the floor, a bloody mess.
"Toby, we need to get him out of here," I cried in desperation, trying to lift up my uncle but failing miserably. I looked over to Toby and was shocked at what I was seeing, he appeared to be bleeding profusely from his nose.
"Ugly, why didn't you wait for me?" Puck demanded angrily before plucking Uncle Jake out of my arms and placing him inside Daphne's enchanted backpack, I was pretty sure that she didn't know that he had swiped it.
"Why did you punch Toby?" I asked incredulously as he sprinkled some transport dust on the backpack and it disappeared, letting me know that Daphne did, in fact, about him snatching the backpack and that she had most likely given it and the magic quite willingly.
"Because I've been waiting a week to do it." I wanted to reprimand him or make him apologize to Toby but instead was overcome by an immense feeling of gratitude towards him for getting Uncle Jake to safety. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed as tightly as I could. I felt him squeeze me back, a little surprised, and inhaled his sweet woodsy scent before letting go and walking over to Toby.
"Are you okay?" I asked cautiously, rummaging through my pockets until I found a tissue packet to offer him. He took a couple and started to gingerly clean himself up.
"Thank you. I'm fine, just try to control your boyfriend okay?' He asked wearily and I found I didn't have the energy to protest against the false title and nodded silently. We heard a door slam shut and the scuttling of a large spider entering the house.
"Quick, hide." Toby whispered.
"Hide? We need to get out of here." I insisted.
"You're not going anywhere. Good job son," A voice hissed as a large spider came into view. I rushed towards the door but it was shut too quickly.
We were trapped.