Lainey and Georgia Collins sat at the table of their Collinsport home eating their chicken salad sandwiches as Ally beamed to them with the love and pride of a mother. Right now, they were the happy angels she loved as they ate their sandwiches and soup. Lainey pulled off her crusts and gave them to her sister while Georgia pulled the carrots out of her soup with her hands and stacked them on the table. Ally grinned ear to ear as the big problems went away and was replaced with the warmth and joy from family moments like this.

"You be good." Ally lifted a tray with soup, sandwiches and crackers for her husband. She didn't have to do this; she wanted to do it. Even risking the chance of being labeled a housewife, the opportunity to show her husband just how much she really loved him continually presented itself and she always took it.

"I will." Georgia answered as Ally backed through the double doors to the back hall. She could hear him typing away at his computer, peck, peck, peck, as he searched for keys. He was busy on another novel: another horror story mixing ghosts and vampires and s.

"Excuse me, Mr. Collins," Ally entered his study and loved being a wife as long as William didn't take her for granted. "But here's your lunch." She slid the tray on a bare corner of his huge oak desk.

"Thanks, honey." He looked up with a twinkle in his eye.

"How's it going?" She stole a cracker from the tray as she read over his shoulder.

"The ghost hunter just discovered something is not quite right with his beautiful hostess..." William was typing stream of consciousness as his characters took over and he described their activities and typed their conversations.

"Oh, good..." Ally stood up straight. She looked at his sandwich as yet untouched. "I forgot your soda." She stood up and started for the kitchen again. As she reached the sliding doors, the typing sounds stopped.

"Do you want regular or root beer?" She turned and noticed he was gone!

"Honey?" Ally realized he had vanished on her from his study without passing by her. She stepped back again and realized he wasn't hiding behind the desk or under it. He couldn't have left the while she was in the door; where did he go!

"William Collins, where are you!" She called out.

That's what he was wondering! He looked at the strange desk in front of him and then around the girl's room where he suddenly found himself. The room was painted in a sky blue covered and filled with all sorts of bric-a-brac, objects of interest and almost pagan décor such as small statues and symbolic pictures. The walls were covered in pictures of people he didn't know and banners from Westbridge High School and Adams College. He gradually became conscious of someone behind him. He turned and looked at a black cat smugly looking at him.

"William Collins!" Sabrina Spellman screamed. "Why did I get William Collins?"

"Maybe because you're still unconsciously in love with him?" The cat talked.

"Sabrina?" William was really spooked. He was spooked beyond all senses
as he continued looking around. He hadn't seen Sabrina since his mother had tried fixing them up. They had been only friends since then, but as beautiful as she was, it was quite obvious that they had nothing in common. "What's going on here? How'd I get here?... Did that cat just talk?"

"You got a problem with that?" The cat copped an attitude.

"Salem!" Sabrina was obviously distraught. She had never zapped in someone who knew her except for Harvey and he at least knew she was a witch. All she really wanted was a writer to help her on her article for the newspaper. Not an old boyfriend.

"Uh, um, you're..." She thought quickly. "Having a dream. That's right, you're having a dream!"

"Are we going to again?" He asked.

"No!" She screamed a bit flattered that he still dreamed about her, but she was also a bit perturbed on the suggestion. A tiny part of her even liked the idea, but she couldn't do that to Ally. "No, you're, uh, dreaming that we're collaborating on an article about how we shouldn't be knocking down historical monuments."

"Oh..." William was still a bit out of it. "Did that cat talk?"

"Salem?" Sabrina sat in another chair by him. "Uh, well, it's your dream..."

"Put one finger on her rich boy and I'll scratch your eyes out." Salem looked at him with the manner of a cat with a human personality.

"And Ally thinks she has weird dreams..." William picked up a pad and pencil as he remembered old times with Sabrina.