Wanda was so tired from her eventful day in the forest, but she still had her usual nightmares. Wanda wished she could figure out a spell that would stop her nightmares, but after her horrible nightmare the night before, she doesn't even want to try something new. Wanda is singularly focused today—she needs to focus on bringing Agatha here.

Wanda eats a quick breakfast before preparing to travel to Westview. She will have to create a portal, bring Agnes out of the Hex, and turn her back into Agatha before travelling through the portal again, back to her cottage. Wanda hopes she will be able to create the portal. She isn't sure how well it will work with her faulty magic.

Wanda flips through the Darkhold, looking for the portal spell. She pages through the book from cover to cover several times before looking in the table of contents to find it. It's in Chapter 7, a chapter about demon worlds. This type of portal can be used to send yourself or someone into a demon world, but Wanda will just be using it to send herself to Westview, USA.

Now that Wanda has her spell prepared for her to attempt to cast it, she has to figure out how she will keep Agatha here. She looks around her cottage. Normally she would just be able to use her powers, but that's the reason why she needs Agatha—she is having trouble using her powers. Then she spots the solution. Runes. She had cast long-lasting runes on every wall of the cottage. If she can convince Agatha to enter the cottage, Agatha won't be able to use magic against her. She also knows that Agatha wants the Darkhold, so she will try to use that to convince Agatha to stay.

Wanda needs to hide the Darkhold well. Then Agatha will know it is here but won't be able to find it. She wanders around the cottage, looking for a place that Agatha won't suspect. Maybe there will be a good place outside the cottage. Wanda walks outside and notices a couple of loose bricks. When she removes them, she finds a hole the perfect size for the Darkhold. She places the book inside and replaces the bricks, being careful to place them right so they don't look loose.

Wanda gets dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and a light sweater—nicer clothes than she has worn ever since Westview. It just seems right that she should wear these clothes when returning back there. Wanda decides to open up the portal in her living room. Then she will not need to convince Agatha to enter the house, she can just take her through the portal while she is still Agnes.

Wanda walks into her living room, a nervous feeling in her stomach. Not only will she have to use magic, but she hasn't been in contact with anyone since she left Westview. The thought of talking to someone scares her. Wanda pushes the furniture aside so there will be room for the portal. She stands at the side of the room, finally ready to give it a go.

Wanda holds her hands in front of her chest, with her fingers and thumbs making one large circle. She pictures the spot in Westview, where she sent Agnes away, as clearly as if she were there.

"Portus aperio!" Wanda casts the spell and looks down. The circle her hands are making began glowing red. The spell is working! Wanda thrusts her hands in front of her, only breaking the circle once her arms are stretched out as far as they can go. The glowing red circle moves forward, expanding until it is large enough for Wanda to walk through.

Wanda jumps up into the air.

"Yes!"

Before Wanda can have second thoughts about what she is going to do, she walks across the living room, through the shimmering, red portal. It is such a peculiar feeling to go through the portal, as if the molecules that make up her body are torn apart and reassembled in a split second.

Wanda appears in Westview, still walking, but now in the middle of a sidewalk. Before she can get her bearings, she bumps into a woman carrying a tall stack of books.

"I'm so sorry. Let me help you with that." Wanda picks up the woman's books, all while the woman just watches Wanda, her mouth agape.

"You weren't…you weren't there…and then you just…you just…appeared?" The woman can't seem to put the pieces together.

"Oh, I'm sure we were both distracted and didn't see each other coming." Wanda reassures the woman, glad that she didn't recognize her. Wanda finds her way to the grassy place she remembered, leaving the woman to continue her day. The portal floats behind her, as if it is on a string attached to Wanda. She is its source of power and it will dissipate if she doesn't keep it close by.

The next thing Wanda has to do is summon Agnes from the Hex. She holds her hands in front of her and concentrates on Agnes. She can picture the clothes Agnes was wearing—a plain, grey, collared dress. Wanda hears a small popping noise and steps backward, feeling a ripple move through the air.

An unrecognizable figure is crouched on the ground, red magic in waves running through it. Wanda lowers her hands, breaking the stream of red light and the figure collapses to the ground. Wanda rushes over to the figure—now recognizable as Agnes—and clutches her before pulling the portal closer with an invisible string of magic.

Once the portal is close enough, Wanda hoists Agnes up and stumbles through the portal. She has overestimated her strength and struggled to pick Agnes up, almost dropping her right before entering the portal. Wanda thinks her arms will break, but she did it. They dissolve into a beam of red light and then they are gone. Wanda can feel her atoms breaking apart and reassembling, and then they reappear in her living room.

Wanda collapses on the floor with Agnes on top of her. She is exhausted. The magic has completely drained her and she still has to turn Agnes back into Agatha. Wanda disentangles herself from Agnes' limp limbs and climbs onto the couch. Maybe she will just sleep here for a while. That sounds nice. Wanda is so very tired. Her eyes are drooping closed and she lays her head down on the pillows. Sleep, sweet, sweet sleep.

Wanda has almost drifted off to sleep when a face pops into her mind. The face of a dead Vision, the mind stone pried out of his head. Wanda sucks in a deep breath and sits up looking around the room. What was she thinking? She can't go to sleep with Agnes passed out on the floor. And she had completely forgotten about her nightmares. No sleep for Wanda, especially not now.

Luckily, Agnes is still unconscious and hasn't woken up to find herself in this strange situation. Wanda grits her teeth and lowers herself to the ground. She touches her fingers to Agnes' temples and concentrates on Agatha. She wears a dark cloak over a dark dress and her hair was voluminous and wavy, unlike Agnes' smooth locks.

A ripple of red magic passes through Agnes, transforming her into Agatha. Agatha pushes herself into a sitting position, her long, flowy clothes piling up beside her. She looks around the room, her dark brown eyes taking everything in.

"Wanda? Boy, am I surprised to see you again, darling!" Agatha genuinely sounded happy, although Wanda can't determine the source of the feeling.

"Hello, Agatha."

"So, tell me. Why am I here?" Agatha holds up her hand. "No, wait. Let me guess." Agatha stands up and smooths down her dress. She paces around the room.

"You moved here to learn more about the Scarlet Witch. That was a smart move. But then, you got in over your head, and now you need my help. So, how was that? Did I get it right?"

"Well, not exactly—" Wanda mutters under her breath.

"Speak out loud, Wanda." Agatha commands.

"Fine, Agatha." Wanda says, exaggerating the pronunciation of every syllable in Agatha's name. "You were mostly right. I did move here to learn more about my powers. But I didn't get in over my head. I was doing fine. Until, well, I had a nightmare where I had destroyed the world, and ever since then I've been having a little—well, a lot—of trouble with my magic. The only person who can help me is you." Wanda confesses.

"Well, what can I say, dearie? I told you that you would need me." Agatha laughs, a smug expression on her face. "So tell me, what exactly are you having problems with?"

Wanda's eyes widen and she smiles for the first time in several days. "Wait, you'll actually help me? Just like that? I thought you would need more convincing or—"

"Of course I'll help you, Wanda. I mean, it sure is better being out here than in there. That was a pretty horrible thing you put all those people through. I would recommend—let's see—not doing it again."

"Oh, Agatha, please don't remind me."

"Wanda, whatever pain you're feeling now pales in comparison to what you put those poor people through. And me too, by the way. So you need to buck up and deal with the consequences of—"

"Yes, I know. But how is that going to help my magic?" Wanda's eyes narrow and her voice becomes almost too calm.

"Wanda, you can't hide from your feelings forever. That's exactly how you got yourself into this situation in the first place!" Agatha chuckles, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "So if you want my help, you're going to have to put in work. And think about things you don't want to."

Wanda sits down heavily on the couch. "I know, Agatha. I know I need to work through my feelings but it's so hard. It hurts and I just want to make the hurt go away."

Agatha runs a finger through her wavy hair before sitting down next to Wanda. "All right, Wanda. You can get through this. Now, tell me exactly what has been happening with you for the past… the past, well, however long it's been. I couldn't keep track of time there!" Agatha and Wanda chuckle before Wanda begins her story.

"What I don't understand is how you brought me here with hardly any trouble." Agatha says, scratching her head. "You had so much trouble yesterday, but then it was so much easier today. It's curious. But I'm sure we'll figure it out." Wanda nods, her eyes gazing at the dirty floor.

"Wanda, don't you remember when we were in Westview? I didn't know how you created the Hex, but we figured it out, didn't we? We'll figure it out now too. Together." Agatha firmly reassures Wanda, a tone of confidence in her voice.

Wanda looks over at Agatha, the corner of her mouth turned up. Somehow, she felt so much better just having Agatha here. If she was alone, she knew she would be avoiding this situation, but now that Agatha was here she felt confident they could do it together.

"You know, Agatha, it's nice to have someone to talk to again. Whatever the reason is that I could bring you here, I'm glad it worked. And I just want to say, I truly am sorry for all that I put you and everyone in Westview through. It was terrible and I should have stopped as soon as I knew what was going on. I'm sorry." Wanda's voice breaks and a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Oh, come here, you. It's okay." Agatha opens her arms and gives Wanda a hug. Wanda has never felt a hug so comforting before, except from her parents of course. It is warm, strong, and smells like Agatha. She had never realized it before, but Agatha has a distinctive scent of mint and burning wood. She misses the smell, wafting through the room whenever Agnes came around in Westview, which usually happened at least once a day.

After a few moments that somehow feel like forever and not long enough, the two women break apart.

Agatha's face is red, and she brushes her hair out of her face before standing up.

"Now dearie, let's make some lunch."

Wanda realizes that she is beginning to feel hungry. That had taken much longer than she had expected. As the witches walk to the kitchen, Agatha asks Wanda questions upon questions.

"Where are we? How much time has passed? And how much of the Darkhold have you read?"

"It's been almost one month. I'm not going to answer that last question right now. And we're in Norway. If you look out the window, you'll see Lake Skarlagen. One of the first spells I learned how to cast from the Darkhold allowed me to breathe underwater. I almost died because I couldn't breathe air, but it was so worth it to learn that new spell."

"I've always wanted to visit Norway. We are going on lots of hikes. I'll fly, but you'll have to walk until you can manage your magic again."

"Agatha! That's not fair! And after what happened in the forest yesterday too?" Wanda complains. She does not want to set foot in another forest for the rest of her life.

"It's already planned, Wanda. Can't change the plans once they're set, now can we?"

Wanda rolls her eyes. Of course they can change the plans, why wouldn't they be able to?

Agatha purses her lips and furrows her eyebrows. "Don't you take that attitude with me, young lady."

Wanda's mouth falls open. "Young lady?! I am an adult, thank you very much. Just because you are a couple of years older than me doesn't mean I am a 'young lady'."

"Wanda, oh, Wanda. I am not merely a couple years older than you. Don't you remember? I was around before the Salem witch trials. I have been around for hundreds of years. So to me, yes, you are a young lady."

In truth, Wanda had forgotten about that and now she feels stupid for not remembering.

"Well, then… Let's make lunch." Wanda flounces her way into the kitchen, leaving Agatha snickering in the hallway behind her. She opens a cupboard and stares at the meager supplies she had left. She hadn't refilled her food for almost a week, and it showed in the lack of, well, food.

"Oh, Wanda. What is this pitiful food supply?" Wanda jumps. Agatha had snuck up behind her and spoken directly into her ear.

"Agatha! What was that for?" Wanda retorts as she turns around to glare daggers at Agatha.

Agatha ignores Wanda. She gestures with her hands, clearly trying to refill the cupboards. Nothing happens. Agatha looks around and spots the red runes glowing on every surface.

"I did learn my lesson, you know." Wanda chuckles under her breath at Agatha's unsuccessful attempt at magic.

"You may find this funny, but I don't, Wanda." Agatha turns to face Wanda. "Now what are we going to eat?"

"You can still do magic outside."

"And you trust that I won't run away? Imprison you? Or… kill you?"

"Somehow, I do trust you, Agatha. Now don't take advantage of me. We both know that emotional situations prompt my magic to be even more powerful than usual."

"Don't worry. You can even come and watch. Now let's get some food so we can cook lunch."

Wanda and Agatha walk back through the hall until they reach the front door. Wanda reaches her hand out to open the doorknob before pausing.

"You promise you won't try any funny business?"

"I promise." Agatha speaks in a firm voice, and for some reason, Wanda believes her.

She twists the doorknob, and pulls the door open. The air is cold, and when the women breathe they can see the puffs of their breath in the air. Once they had walked a few metres from the cottage, Agatha stops walking. She gestures with her hands again, and this time purple magic whooshes in, bringing bags of groceries. Agatha whisks them towards the cottage with her magic until the bags drop from her magic's grasp at the boundary of the cottage.

"That would be the protection spells." Wanda said. She had thought these spells would be useful, but now they were just getting in the way. They would have to carry all these bags in by hand.

Everything seemed to take longer when you were used to using magic, and this was no exception. It seemed to take ages to bring in the bags and pack away the groceries and even longer to make lunch. Agatha wanted to make an elaborate lunch, complete with a salad, pasta, and home baked bread, but Wanda just wanted simple sandwiches. In her defense, she was hungry. They ended up compromising, having sandwiches and salad now, and agreeing to bake bread later that day.

Wanda had to admit, this was the best meal she had eaten in ages. She just wasn't motivated to make nice meals when it was just for herself and she was always so very tired. Wanda could have been ready to go to sleep after lunch, but she had promised Agatha she would make bread. That was what they spent the whole afternoon doing, and Wanda was relieved that they didn't start with the magic and working through feelings yet.

When Wanda had created the cottage, she had wondered why there was a guest room. Now it was working out because Agatha had a room to stay in. Wanda made sure Agatha was comfortable before heading to bed. She had everything she could need, and if she needed anything, she could wake up Wanda. So Wanda went to bed, hoping her nightmares would stay away. She hadn't told Agatha about her nightmares—except the nightmare from a few days before. She didn't want to wake Agatha up by screaming because of a nightmare in the middle of the night. Even though she was scared of her nightmares, Wanda was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.