Daphne cried the entire way to the hospital.

What was Sabrina doing in Pennsylvania? That was the constant question her parents were asking. They had brought up the query of Sabrina trying to run away several times, but they refused to believe that their beloved daughter would do such a thing and made up several different excuses for Sabrina.

Although, Daphne knew that her older sister had been thinking about it. Infact, when her parents hung up the phone from the police station and told Daphne and Basil, who were sitting quietly eating ice cream, that Sabrina had been in a car accident all the way in Pennsylvania—Daphne knew immediately what Sabrina had done.

Of course, she didn't tell her parents—she couldn't tell her parents. How would she explain to them why a young responsable girl like Sabrina would do it?

Over the past few months every time the girls would bring up a memory of their grandmother, or anybody from their past without their parents—Henry got into a frenzy, and Veronica wouldn't even look at the girls without tears in her eyes.

And after Daphne had told Sabrina that she'd overheard her parents talking about dusting the girls one late Friday night—the look of distress in her older sister's eyes said it all. Daphne could, if she squinted her eyes and flipped herself upside down long enough, understand why her parents wanted to make them forget.

When they'd woken up from the curse, Sabrina and Daphne were three years older and had been through so much without them—so it would be only a natural notion….but that still doesn't make it right.

Another tear slipped down Daphne's cheek. She understood why Sabrina ran away. She didn't want to forget about magic—she didn't want to forget all the Everafters she learned to love and met. She could even understand leaving behind three year old Basil—but leaving behind her? Her sister who'd been through everything with her?

Why?

Did she think I wanted to forget?

Why not take me?

Daphne put her hands in her face. Everything just happened so quickly. One hour she was in Maine walking around a tourist attraction, and the next —she's loading into the car and speeding down the highway to get to her sister who may or may not be okay.

Daphne's phone vibrated in her hand. She wanted it to be Sabrina texting her so bad—but she knew that was near impossible. Just look at the phone, Daphne. Just do it—but she couldn't. All she wanted was her sister—not some stuipid text.

Daphne leaned back into her seat. She couldn't even bring herself to look at her family who were silently crying themselves. Sabrina would be brave—Sabrina always hid her tears for the better of everyone. Daphne thought, rubbing away the tears on her face like her sister had always done when times were rough.

Sabrina left me.

Any tears Daphne had rubbed away were immediately replaced.

"Daphne, It's otay." Basil said, leaning on her shoulder. Daphne lightly smiled, but she couldn't even keep that together.

"I'm—I'm—" Veronica paused and took a deep breath from the passenger seat. "I'm going to–to–call my mom."

Henry only nodded his head, barely keeping his eyes open and on the highway road. When are we going to get there? Daphne thought, feeling like she couldn't breath.

Veronica dialed her mother who she hadn't talked to since after the Everafter war, and told her what happened—Daphne could hardly bear through the recollection of events.

And soon after the call ended Daphne's blue flower-cased phone vibrated again—this time Daphne looked.

11:23 P.M.

Did you know that elephants aren't actually afraid of mice?

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11:29 P.M.

Sorry, I forgot it's round' midnight for you. But seriously, complete mith. I tested it, serious disappointment. :(

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Daphne rolled her foggy eyes. Puck was always texting her at obscure hours—of course, it was probably around midday where he was so she always excused it. Although, Sabrina never did.

Daphne took a deep-breath. Sabrina had completely blown him off about the hours when she was thirteen and now he rarely talks to her unless she talks to him first—which is never.

Daphne debated texting back—she wanted to tell him what was happening with Sabrina; but was it really right to tell Puck before Uncle Jake? And shouldn't she call him instead of sending him some simple text? Daphne sighed, she wasn't going to text back.

Puck sent her a picture of three elephants sitting around a pig pond.

11:32 P.M.

See that elephant in the middle? We saved it from some awesome mud slide and now the Protective Agency of blaw blaw blaw is letting us name it. I wanted to name it Puck Jr. but Jake wanted to name it Jake Jr. so now we're at an odds end. I suggested fighting in a duel to pick the name, although your uncle said nooooo and told me to ask you what to name the elephant.

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11:33 P.M.

Say Puck Jr.

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After Daphne quickly deciphered Puck's poorly written texts—the only name she could think of was Sabrina. Although, she knew that the fact of Puck and Uncle Jake wanting the elephant to be named after themselves meant it was probably a boy so her murky mind couldn't think of any names.

Daphne didn't respawn.

Three hours passed and the family finally reached Pennsylvania–only a few minutes to the hospital. They had called Granny Relda in the mean-time, who was very distraught on hearing the news and offered to come down to the hospital immediately—which to Daphne's remorse, Henry denied without even thinking twice

Through that time Daphne had also gotten a text from Uncle Jake telling her to name the elephant Jake Jr. —which she also ignored.

Henry hadn't spoken to anyone after the call with his mother, and was currently focused on trying to find a parking lot as quickly as possible in the chaotic hospital parking lot.

"Henry! Just stop the car for a second and let me get out. I need to see Sabrina." Veronica said after the fourth car in a row had come out of nowhere and sped into the spot Henry was going to pull into.

"What?" Henry quickly looked at his wife and then back onto the crowded parking lot. Veronica groaned as another tear slipped down her face and then she made a face as if ultimately deciding. She opened the car door and stepped out letting in a strong breeze of cold air.

"What the—" Henry cursed as the passenger door slammed shut and Veronica slowly headed towards the hospital entrance.

Then his phone started ringing loudly. Henry didn't even bother to look at it and violently slammed it into Veronica's seat. Th en out of pure annoyance turned the car sloppily into the nearest parking spot without even checking if anyone was there. He sat still for a second and then grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the car.

Daphne stood still for a moment, unsure of what to do. Then she made up her mind—she had to see her sister whether she was supposed to stay in the car or not. So she unhooked her brother out of his carseat and turned off the car. Then wiped the tears from her eyes—Sabrina would've never let anyone see her cry—and carried her brother into the hospital.

It looked larger on the inside. The walls were painted a light-badge color that looked very ugly with the circular bright white lights that were placed precariously every five-feet away from each other.

There were six long lines of uncomfortable looking blue chairs lined up in the lobby with scattered families sitting unhappily in them. Daphne didn't show it, but she was feeling exactly like them. She mustered up the courage and walked towards the big marble desk and watched as the woman at the desk frantically wrote something down on a sheet of paper. She had bright green eyes and curly red hair that went all the way down to her waist. She smiled as she seemed to notice Daphne and said—

"Hello there—can I help you two with something?"

"Yes—I'm looking for the room my sister's in—uh, Sabrina Grimm." Daphne said, shifting Basil to her other hip.

The woman quickly typed something into her computer and then looked up cheerfully. "Yes—Uh, hold on…she isn't showing up in our systems." The woman raised her eyebrow, and then another woman came from a door inside the desk station.

"Oh—are you Daphne Grimm?" The black hair woman smiled as Daphne shook her head.

"Yeah, so your sister isn't in the hospital anymore—we believe she jumped out of the window." The black haired woman said calmly.

"What?" Daphne and the red haired woman said at the same time. "Is she okay? Woah, woah–wait. What happened? Is she okay?" She continued.

Before the black-haired woman could answer, a light hand touched Daphne's shoulder and a said—

"Daphne—come sit with me and your father."

Daphne turned around and saw her mother tear stroked, red faced, and clearly anxious. She only nodded and followed her mothers gaze towards Henry who was sitting stone faced against the wall.

She wanted to ask about Sabrina, and what happened—but Daphne knew that they probably didn't know much more than she did. She squeezed Basil tightly and then sat down onto the blue chair next to her father.

After fifteen minutes of knowing about nothing, Veronica summoned up the courage to tell Daphne that there was a police investigation going on in Sabrina's hospital room. Apparently, they think she jumped out of the window.

"Think?" Daphne repeated. "So she's alive? She didn't committee—"

"Yes—that's all we know, or at least all we could get out of the lady we talked to. Who knows what actually happened though—that woman seems like she's the type to get information through seven other people first and believe every word without question."

"And they won't let us go into the room?"

"Yep." Henry spoke for the first time.

And there wasn't any more talking, except from Basil randomly talking about trains, for the next two hours.

When a police man finally did come into the lobby of the waiting room—Henry was the first to get up and go talk to him with Daphne, Veronica, and Basil being carried along—quickly following.

"My daughter—have you found her?" Henry stammered without thinking.

"What?" The tall, red faced policeman asked, turning to look at Henry.

"Sabrina Grimm—you've been doing some sort of investigation. I want to know everything." Veronica demanded getting only a foot away from the man. The man rubbed his sweaty hand through his brown hair and pulled his walkie-talkie off his belt.

"Uh, we've got Sabrina Grimm's family over here—"

"K, Rodgers—-er, you're in the lobby right?" Came the muffled voice from the other side of the walkie.

"Yeah—yeah." Rodgers replied.

"I'll be down in a minute."

Soon another cop arrived and speedily walked over to the worried family. He was shorter and a little rounder and had deep gray circles under his eyes that almost looked like giant wrinkles from far-away.

"We don't know all the facts, yet—however, we highly suspect that she jumped out the window. From the hospital report we got of her—she doesn't have any mental illnesses or any reported therapy of any sorts on her record. Was she depressed? Or did she have any—-"

"No–no. None of that…." Veronica said, looking down at the tiled floor.

"Okay—-uh, on her report it says she had a lisons that didn't permit her to drive out of–Newyork. Did you know she was doing that?"

"No. We just learned about it a few hours ago."

"Right—and her hospital report said she had minor cuts all over her legs from her car accident with—let's see—" The cop flipped through his notebook, "two other Range Rovers—which means if she's in the woods somewhere or on the road walking she'd probably be in quite a bit of pain and couldn't really get far."

The cop looked up from his notebook. "We'll be able to find her soon—I'll get back to you with some more information later and—"

"So you're saying she broke a giant thick glass hospital window with her hands?" Daphne spoke suddenly arising from her silent state.

"Well—uh, no—not exactly." The cop paused and then looked at his co-worker who was standing towering over Daphne. "I'll be honest with you—the thing so odd about the window is that there weren't any glass shards at the bottom—or even in the room. Infact, if you stood on the outside of the hospital in the back parking-lot, you'd probably think that it was just a hospital room without a window. You wouldn't even know it was broken—unless you knew it was broken."

Daphne just developed a new terrifying theory—one that was much more terrifying than her sister running away and getting into a car accident.

The cop shook his head and then looked back at Henry. "I'm sorry—but I need some information about you and your wife."

"Mom, Dad—I'm going to call Granny. And before you say not to—look at all the facts; how can a window break and not give a single shard? How could a 5'3, 110 pound, girl—jump, if she jumped—-four stories and still survive—survive so much, and just simply walk away. How is that possible?" Daphne was walking out of the hospital only a few feet behind her parents and Basil. After the cops had walked away she'd been carefully thinking about how she'd tell her parents that she was going to fill in all the details to Granny.

I can't ignore the facts. Sabrina is in trouble.

"It's gotta have something to do with Everafters!" Daphne ran up in front of her mother.

"Shhhhh, Daphne—not so loud." Henry screeched through barred teeth. "We'll talk about this in the car."

"NO!" Daphne shouted. The entire family froze while anger burned in Henry's eyes. "I'm a Grimm, Dad—whether you like it or not. This is clearly magic—Sabrina is in trouble, and we need Grannys help." Daphne didn't even say half of what she wanted to say to her parents purely out of fear of their reaction, but what she did manage to get out was enough to fuel Henry's engine.

"DAPHNE, GET IN THE CAR." Henry boomed pushing past her and opening the Toyota door, placing sleeping Basil in his carseat.

"NO! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS IGNORING GRANNY? SHE DID NOTHING TO YOU! AND YOU TREAT HER LIKE GARBAGE—-AND NOT ONLY THAT, YOU ARE WILLING TO IGNORE THE FACTS EVEN THOUGH SABRINA'S LIFE IS AT STAKE, BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO—TO DEAL WITH MAGIC!"

Daphne backed away from the car and stared furiously at her father. Henry turned away from Daphne and kicked the car wheel. Then looked back at Daphne, faced red with anger, pointed a large red finger at her and opened his mouth to speak when—

"Henry—enough." Veronica said, stepping between them. "Enough."

"Daphne, get in the car." Henry repeated, looking at neither of the women.

"She's right." Veronica put her hand on Daphne's shoulder and gave a sunken expression at sleeping Basil.

"What?"

"The facts are there," Veronica paused, "and we need to accept them—despite us not liking them." Veronica gesterered to Henry and herself.

There was a long silence between the three of them until Daphne spoke—

"I'm going to call Granny."

Granny was worried and said she was on her way.

Henry and Veronica had sat in the car silently talking to themselves and every so often looking out the window at Daphne as she quietly explained everything to her Grandmother—even the part about her theory of Sabrina having run away because of her parents talking about dusting them—something she practically whispered on the phone because she was so terrified of her parents hearing through the car.

Granny was, of course, horrified that Henry had thought to do something like that and even more so that Veronica had agreed to it. Daphne didn't want to tell her this— it was, afterall, giving her parents a bad name—but it was a detail that needed to be mentioned as it was a vile clue to the case.

Granny agreed that Sabrina had probably ran-away and got into a car accident that was likely not actually an accident. Then ended up in the hospital and got kidnapped by somebody who saw an opportunity to take her without any protection—both Granny Relda and Daphne weren't sure if the kidnappers wanted her dead or not, as the car accident pointed to yes—but not killing her right then and there in hospital pointed to no.

"Well, liebling, if you ask me—these kidnappers don't seem to be sure what they're supposed to be doing. So it is possible that this isn't just a two person job—more like an organization that tagged down Sabrina."

Daphne was horrified at the prospect of events of her sister and practically started crying right then and there. Although, what Granny Relda said next gave her a little hope—

"I'm going to contact Jake about this and see what magic he's found that can help."

"Thank you." Daphne finally gave a small breath of relief.

They were going to find Sabrina.

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