AN~ Imaginary by Evanescence is the theme this chapter.
On the way back, Sabrina was silent.
"What's with you?" Puck asked.
"Just... thinking," Sabrina answered.
Puck looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. "What about?"
"Well, when I had downtime before, I used to daydream to keep from thinking about everything else, because life was too hard, with everyone dead except you and Daphne, and since Daphne was a monster and you were- well, you. I had this ridiculous make-believe world that I remembered from when I was five or so, and I sort of went back to it for an escape. I was saying goodbye to it, I guess. I don't think I'll need it anymore."
Puck grinned. "That's a good sign. I'm glad you don't need therapy or coping methods anymore."
"It's not that I don't need to cope!" Sabrina protested, "I just have better ways to do it now."
"And what are they?" Puck asked.
"Well, you;" Sabrina started, "Peter; being with real people again, even if it was just for a bit; the cure we're going to give Daphne; and training. They all help."
"People are that important to you?"
"I spent my formative years in New York City. I love being around people. Being alone is just- creepy."
"But people drive you nuts."
"Just when I have to deal with them," Sabrina said. "When they're just there, or I can watch them, then I love people. Or if I care about them."
"Well, we're almost back to camp, so you're about to get one more of them back," Puck said, zooming down to the island.
Sabrina grinned. Here they came, Daphne.