Unsurprisingly, the car was flying.

After Sabrina had wedged herself tightly into the car's backseat Hansel had twisted a bronze skeleton key into the ignition and the car quickly floated up, up, up—to, of course, Sabrina's terror. Although, after a moment Sabrina realized it was a lot like riding a magic carpet, but way safer.

However, Sabrina's natural calmness didn't seem to assure Josh, her squeezed in seat-buddy. He was closing his eyes and staring at the car roof unsuccessfully trying to cover his constant moaning and whimpering which the entire vehicle found impenitently annoying.

"Wellz that settlez it thenz." Hansel took one hand off of the steering wheel and flicked on the radio.

"No! Not unless it's pop! I'm not doing your stupid country thing." Bertha squealed, covering her ears.

"I'm not doing hiz crying thing." Hansel said, twisting the knob until there was completely no static.

"I'm gonna sit at the welcome—I'm not crying you idiots!" Josh shouted over the radio, still closing his eyes.

" —-sit at the welcome table one of these days, one of these days." Hansel sang along.

Bertha moaned, crossed her arms, and slid further into her seat whining all the way down.

"Does this even count as country?" Bertha lifted her thin spiny hand up and tried to turn down the radio, but Hansel smacked it away.

"My car, my rulez."

Sabrina didn't bother looking at them, or even really listening to anything they said. Her eyes were fixed on the outside of the window. The clouds were blurry, deep and dark—making it so she couldn't see the ground. Everything was strange, almost like it was a big scary dream…almost.

Sabrina shut her eyes tight and wished good, long and hard that her family would come up out of the clouds on one of Uncle Jake's magic contraptions and save her. She would smile as the kidnappers would be begging for mercy and she'd be apologizing to her parents and hugging her siblings.
Sabrina shook her head; her parents wouldn't even be at the hospital, yet. They would never know where she went before she was at wherever the kidnappers were trying to take her.

She wanted to cry again. Her parents weren't coming anytime soon, that was the plain truth of it. She was alone. She'll have to deal with the monsters by herself—and it was all her fault. Everything was her fault.


"We're here!" Hansel shouted, lowering the car below the clouds again. Josh perked open one eye and then quickly closed it again when he saw that they hadn't landed. Sabrina really wouldn't have thought of him scary if not for the gun and the sinister smile that he'd been constantly showing off in the woods.

"Well….I say Josh delivers the girl." Bertha said as the car flew down onto a bumped loudly onto a grassy plain that was surrounded by woods. Who are these people? Sabrina thought, looking around the empty lot. She'd been expecting to see a big fortrus of sorts—maybe even a castle; but this was just woods and a big old patch of grass!

"NO! I saw what happened to Pindrop after he'd delivered the wrong kid!." Josh kicked the back of Bertha's seat who in return turned around furiously and glared.

"You act like a two-year old! How dare you kick the right hand woman of the Queen!" Bertha shouted and then shifted around in her large skirt pockets, soon pulling out a twirling pinkish-purpleish-blueish glittering stick of sorts.

Daphne's wand!

"How did you get that?" Sabrina said, suddenly springing up from her frizzled unmoving state. She'd hidden that wand for Daphne in her closet when her parents had tried to confiscate all they're magical items.

"You know what this is?" Bertha snapped her head in Sabrina's direction as if suddenly very interested in her.

"Never mind, Joshua. I'll be the one presenting her to the Queen." Bertha turned her head towards the passenger door and opened it.

"NO! I want to take her." Joshua grabbed Sabrina's arm tightly before she could react.

"No way. I thought you said you didn't want to take her." Bertha argued, pulling her heel back into the car.

"That was before she knew what that was." Josh nodded his head towards the wand that Bertha held firmly in her hand.

"—-how boutz you both take her." Hansel said, looking between both Bertha and Josh.

"NO!" They both shouted in unison.

Sabrina painfully ripped her arm free from Josh's. I have to run—have to—but I can't. These useless legs! I'll never outrun Josh. Sabrina watched Bertha and Josh's argument for a good long few minutes before she decided that they were distracted enough. I might not be able to out run him—but I can get a good head-start.

" —understand Josh? If you take her in the Queen will never believe th—-"

Sabrina pushed the car door open and bolted out into the cold night air. She could hear the annoying yells of Bertha behind her and the pitiful laughs Josh gave. Sabrina tried to ignore these sounds, tried to ignore the throbbing pain in her legs and the large bandages around them making it hard for her to run; but with every step she took, the harder it got.

"Come back here, girl—and maybe we'll ask the Queen to spare you!" Josh shouted, still sitting in the car.

She shook her head. Keep running, Sabrina. Just run.

"Ohz, like thatz will work." Sabrina heard Hansel say from a long distance away.

Sabrina was only a few feet from the woods when BANG—a large pile of smoke appeared and three gray-cloaked figures appeared out of it and unmoving in front of Sabrina. She tripped on her own stumbling foot falling face first into the muddy grass. The person in the middle kneeled down to Sabrina's level and laughed. Then he smiled and pulled out of his satchel a handful of blue-dust.

Sabrina scrambled to her feet—but it was too late. The man blew the dust in her face and then things started to slow down, down, down—and she fell into black nothingness.


Sabrina awoke in darkness. Something incredibly cold was binding her freezing limbs to the floor enabling her to get up. She tried to open her mouth, but it was sealed shut with something that felt like tape. Through her flimsy hospital dress she could feel the shirley cold stone floor that stood silent through her constant useless squirming.

She laid unmoving in the cold darkness and hoped for the slightest of sounds. She wanted to hear a car moving down the road, or someone she knew speak and tell her how she was going to be okay. None of these sounds ever came–just empty shrill darkness.

Soon Sabrina fell into another teary sleep and dreamt two dreams that night—one she completely forgot about, and the other—-

She was sitting at her granny's house in the book covered living room smiling and hugging Daphne while her step-dad was lecturing her about the bad things she'd done.

" —believe that Sabrina! You'll never do anything as short-sighted and arrogant as running away despite me and your mom planning to dust you, right?" Henry said in a very unconvincing Henry way.

"Okay, Henry." Sabrina kissed her little sister's head, and then ran over and hugged Veronica tightly.

She smiled and pulled away from her mother. Everything was back to normal—except Sabrina knew it was a dream. Sabrina fell to her knees and started crying again. All of a sudden Veronica disappeared into a cloud, but nobody acknowledged that and kept their eyes on Sabrina.

"What's wrong, Sabrina?" Daphne said, kneeling next to her. Sabrina wiped the tears from her cheeks and was about to speak when—

"Stop crying, stick-pot. You're really getting everyone down."

Sabrina looked up and smiled. Puck was standing smugly in the entrance way, smiling down at the girls. He looked older and incredibly tall, his hair had gotten a few shades darker and he had a little bit of stubby facial hair growing on his chin. Then, all of a sudden, he grew bright-orange feathers out the top of his head, but nobody thought anything of it.

"Puck! I haven't seen you in years!" Sabrina ran up to him and hugged his neck on her tippy-toes.

"Wow, Grimm—I always knew you had the hots for me, but—"

"Granny!" Her little sister interrupted. Sabrina let go of Puck and ran to Granny Relda who was, for some reason, wearing a giant yellow rubber duck.

"Liebling, listen closely—the Queen is not what or even who you think she is—-"

Sabrina woke up to bright morning light pouring down onto her face. She moved her head down and saw heavy iron chains binding her arms and legs to the floor. She was in a stone room with no exit or entrance, just a small window sitting about five-feet up onto the wall.

Then the large stomping of boots came echoing into the small stone cell. Sabrina turned her head in all directions trying to pinpoint the noise. Josh? She thought wearily as the noise louden to the point that it sounded almost right next to her. Then the shoes stopped banging against the floor and the walls around Sabrina started to shift making it look like a big blur.

Sabrina tried to move, tried to get up—but it was useless. The short tight chains were enabling her to move. Soon it looked as if she was spinning around and around until…STOP.

Sabrina's cell had completely changed. In the corner there was a small bed that was hooked to the wall about two feet off the floor. There was a makeshift toilet looking thing to the left of the bed and the small barred window had grown about a foot or so in size.

Although, with all the new additions—she was still clasped in chains and a piece of tape had still clamped her mouth shut.

"Queen wants ta see yout immediately n' da foyouar."


Okay….you can't tell me you've never had a strange dream like Sabrina before. One time I had a dream that I was getting chopped in half in a pyramid by a giant version of the guy who plays the robber in Dennis The Menace.

What crazy dreams have you had?