"The last clue, Nora!" Sabrina exclaimed as she stood at the entrance of an estate she knew very well. "The Golden Apple Tree sapling is in the old Undergrove Manor!"

"And seconds away from being turned into mulch and applesauce!" Nora cried, looking at her friend through her glasses.

"We'll see about that. Come on, you two; we have a tree to save!" Sabrina said before she, Nora, and Donnie the Doberman opened the rotting oak doors and ran inside.

When the three figures stepped inside, the doors slammed shut behind them, leaving them in complete darkness.

"I've got this." Nora said before taking a flashlight out of the pocket of her skirt.

"Oh my! Look who finally decided to show up." A deep voice mockingly called out.

"Show yourself, Mr. B! And give us that sapling!" Sabrina yelled into the darkness.

"Oh Sabrina, how can I resist a request like that?"

The owner of the voice emerged from underneath the grand staircase; it was a tall round old man with thinning gray hair, thick rectangular glasses, and a large broom mustache. He was holding the pot holding the Golden Apple Tree.

"Hello, Sabrina Drake and Nora Rodgers." The man said. "I was hoping you'd come tonight."

"Cut the small talk. This stops now." Sabrina spat, keeping her cool.

"Give us that plant, Mr. B!" Nora yelled, trying not to sound too frightened.

"Not on your life." Mr. B retorted with a sneer. "Once I get out of town, this tree is going to make me rich beyond belief!"

"Not if we have anything to say about it!" Sabrina said, furrowing her brow.

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"Moira? Moira Frankenstein?" Mrs. McHenry said.

"Huh, w-what?" The little girl stuttered, nearly dropping her book onto her desk.

"Sweetie, I asked you to put your book away three times already." The teacher replied. "The school day is about to end in a few minutes."

"Is it?"

Moira glanced up at the clock and saw that it was five minutes to 3:00; a few classmates giggled at her under their breath.

"Oh, so it is. Sorry, Mrs. McHenry." Moira apologized as she blushed in embarrassment.

"That's okay, dear." Mrs. McHenry said kindly before turning to face the rest of her class. "Well, it seems to me that we have a few extra minutes to spare before school is out."

The whole class suddenly cheered, clapped their hands, and smiled excitedly at one another at the mention of spring break; everyone seemed to have big plans.

"But before then, I'd like to know if any of you has anything exciting planned for spring break this year. Anyone, anyone?" Mrs. McHenry asked before a few students raised their hands waiting to be called on. "Floyd?"

"My mom and I are gonna go to the Grand Canyon." A round boy in a red t-shirt said.

"How nice. Thank you, Floyd. Becky?"

"I'm going to the science museum." A little redhead girl with a ponytail and freckles said.

"Very nice, Becky. Keith?"

"My dad and I are going fishing." A boy in a black baseball cap said.

"Sounds interesting. Giselle?"

"I'm going to be the flower girl at my cousin's wedding." A blonde girl with pigtails and wearing a pink dress said smugly.

"That sounds like fun. Shelley Sue?"

"My great-uncle is going to visit us all the way from Japan." A girl with braided hair said; Moira smiled at her.

"How sweet. Moira?"

"Oh, my family and I are going to London to visit my grandparents. We head out tomorrow." Moira said proudly.

"London? Oooh, sounds very exciting."

The bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

"Alright, everyone. It's official; spring break is here." Mrs. McHenry said as her students started to gather their things. "I'll see you all in a week. Have fun."

"Bye, Mrs. McHenry." The students said in unison as they calmly left the classroom with their bags in tow.

"You're really going to London for spring break?" Shelley Sue asked as she walked beside her best friend in the hallway.

"Sure am." Moira said with a smile. "And I'm really excited about it. This is going to be my first time on an airplane, too."

"You'll be careful, won't you?" Shelley added. "A city as big as that could be dangerous."

"Of course, Shelley. I'll be with my family the whole time." Moira said with a chuckle.

"Good. And I say you're very lucky. It's not every day a kid our age gets to go to a completely different country than our own."

"Yeah. Who knows what'll happen?"

"…Maybe you could go on an adventure or solve a mystery."

"Like Sabrina Drake?"

"Exactly!"

Moira glanced down at the cover of the book she was reading earlier. It was titled: "Sabrina Drake and the Golden Apples of Atlas". She smiled before letting out a playful laugh.

"Haha, very funny." She said, shrugging her shoulders. "You know Shelley, I think I've come to realize that adventures like the ones Sabrina Drake has are pretty much the things that happen only in storybooks, never in real life."

"Yeah, you're right." Shelley said, nodding her head and smirking. "I heard there are lots of beautiful sites and cool museums in London."

"I heard that too."

"Oh! While you're there, you need to promise me that you'll take LOTS of pictures."

"Absolutely."

The two girls did a quick pinky swear and smiled at each other before heading out the doors towards the buses that were waiting outside. They waved goodbye before walking off in different directions. Moira was about to climb onto the waiting bus before being stopped by a very familiar face.

"Hello, Moira." Giselle E. Gore said; her beloved pet cat Mr. Whiskers II was nestled comfortably in her arms.

"Hi, Giselle." Moira said, trying not to roll her eyes.

"You're going to London for spring break, right?" Giselle asked.

"Yeah… Why?" Moira replied.

"Nothing. It's just that… Mr. Whiskers II had a dream about you last night."

"…How do you know that?"

"Because this morning, he made this."

It was then that Giselle took out a small roll of paper towel, opened it, and showed it to Moira. It was her initial, but she grimaced when she realized what it was.

"Did you… get that out of the litter box?" She asked.

"My mommy says it's an omen." Giselle replied with a small nod. "Last month, he dreamed about Carl; he won a really big prize on the back of a cereal box. He dreamed about Shelley Sue the day she won the annual Spelling Bee. And he dreamed about Darwin the day he got stuck in a tree in the park. My mommy has told me that if Mr. Whiskers dreams about you, it means something big is going to happen."

Moira looked at Giselle, then at the paper towel, and then down at the cat that meowed at her. She glanced behind Giselle to see her twelve-year-old brother Peter approach and she smiled in relief.

"Hey, what's going on? We're gonna be late." Peter said.

"Oh, nothing Peter. Let's go home." Moira said as she and Peter climbed onto the bus. "And by the way, Giselle, you can keep that. I don't want it."

"What were you and Giselle talking about, Moira?" Peter asked as he and his sister made their way to their seats.

"Uh… I'll tell you when we get home." She replied as they sat down side by side.

At the dinner table that evening, Moira couldn't help but gaze at the meal in front of her with a dazed look on her face. The rest of her family took notice.

"Hey, Moira? Are you okay, honey?" Her mother, Elsa asked. "You hardly touched your food."

"Oh. Sorry, mommy." Moira said, glancing up at her mother. "I guess I'm just… a bit distracted."

"Distracted?" Victor, her father, asked. "Is there something bothering you?"

"Yeah, you've been awfully quiet on the bus ride home." Peter added.

"Well… to tell you the truth, I've been thinking about what Giselle said to me earlier today." The little girl replied.

"Oh boy. What did she tell you this time?" Peter mumbled.

"She said something about her cat having a dream about me and an omen, or something." She said. "Is something big really going to happen to me?"

"Aw no." Peter closed his eyes and shook his head before looking back at his sister. "Moira, it's just Giselle trying to scare you."

"Your brother's right, sweetie." Victor added. "All of that stuff about omens, psychics, and people who can see the future is just nonsense and nothing more. Giselle is just trying to get under your skin, so don't listen to her. Do you understand?"

The girl thought hard about what her father and brother said; she usually thought they were always right. She looked up at her father with a small smirk.

"I think so." She said with a nod.

"That's my girl." Victor said, placing a kiss on his daughter's forehead.

"Now, have you kids thought about what you wanted to bring to London?" Elsa asked. "Because we need to get to the airport first thing tomorrow morning."

The two siblings looked at each other enthusiastically; they couldn't wait for tomorrow. When it was time for bed, Peter and Moira were too excited to fall asleep right away. Their bags were packed and ready to go and they sat on the edge of Moira's bed, looking at a book all about London.

"Wow, this is so cool!" Moira said, looking at the picture of a large gate leading to a tower.

"That's Traitor's Gate; it leads to the Tower of London which was used as a prison. Neat, huh?" Peter replied.

"I'll say! I can hardly wait until tomorrow!"

"Okay you two, it's time for bed." Elsa aid, peeking her head into Moira's room.

"Awww, mom! Just a few more minutes." Peter said.

"Yeah. Please, mommy?" His sister pleaded.

"No, kids." Elsa chuckled, shaking her head. "It's already past your bedtime. Peter, you need to get back to your own room and get some sleep. You two don't want to be too tired to even head out the door, do you?"

"No, we don't." Peter said, rolling his eyes and sitting up. "Goodnight, Moira."

"Goodnight, Peter." Moira said as she crawled under the covers.

Peter walked out the door and towards his own room when Elsa entered. She gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead and whispered,

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, mommy." Moira said before letting out a yawn.

"See you in the morning."

Elsa smiled, turned off the lights, and quietly walked out the door just as the eight year old girl had fallen fast asleep, thinking about all of the adventures she and her family were going to have in London.