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Sabrina had talked to her sister well over an hour before both the Grimm sisters decided it was time for bed—despite Sabrina's timezone being an hour earlier than Daphne's. She sighed as she remembered where Daphne was and she wasn't.

Sabrina said goodbye to her sister and uneasily hung up the phone. A tear strained down her cheek as she sat staring blankly at the speedily passing cars on the never ending highway. Then, almost promptly, she snapped back to her senses and went looking for a suitable looking parking lot to boot-dock for the night in.

After taking multiple different exits down the highway and inspecting more than one shady looking parking-lot—she found a small town pizzeria called Daric's & Lisa's that had a small empty gravel parking-lot around the back.

And for once throughout that entire day, Sabrina was able to lay down in the old Catillac and dejectedly think about where she was heading and how she planned to escape her parents—or, at least till she's eighteen.

After many impetuous plans to Russia and just plainly thinking-up some childish escapes; Sabrina finally resulted in a serious attempt to get all the way to the far eastern edge of Kentucky through West Virginia. Then she planned to drop the car and throw away her phone in some random neighborhood road that her parents would eventually find. She only had one day left till her family got home from the business trip from Maine and discovered their oldest daughter was gone—Sabrina knew she had to make the most of it.

Sabrina thought long and carefully about the next part; she was going to walk to the border of Missouri through, she hoped, mostly woods where it would be nearly impossible for her family to track—without, of course, the help of magic—a factor Sabrina still was stumped about how she'd get around.

If she'd managed to get all the way to Missouri, which Sabrina knew would be a miracle, she would bee-line it to Kansas; Sabrina knew that the N.Y.P.D. would not go as far as Kansas to search for her—so she'd be safe from them–If, of course, she was careful. Although, she still wasn't sure how to get around her parents. The fact of them using magic to track her was eating away in the back of her mind.

Sabrina sighed and sat up. She'd barely gotten any sleep through the multiple times of waking up and falling back asleep and then contemplating her escape— and now the sun had started to slowly brighten the sky.

She checked the time. 5:46 in the morning. Sabrina felt a ping of sadness across her heart as she quickly brushed her messy blonde hair out of her eyes and started the car—soon pulling out of the brightened parking-lot.

Three hours down the road and Sabrina started to feel an enduring perpetual ach for the want of food. She hadn't eaten anything since breakfast the day before, and throughout the lingering drive so far she's been resisting the urge to go find something to eat—perhaps, now more than ever.

Sabrina sped past another Mcdonalds billboard sign and felt another grumble from her empty stomach–and when she saw the exit for it coming up, she resisted the temptation to go over. Remember Brina, you only have a few short hours to get as far as possible with the car. Sabrina wanted to throw this pitiful thought into a treasure chest and throw it into a ravine of nothingness.

Sabrina would have smiled at the upcoming sight of the 'Welcome to West Virginia!' sign if she had this burning feeling of knowledge of her parents coming to the empty New York city apartment expecting her to be joyfully waiting for them. Maybe If I turn around now—I could get home a little after them and make up some fastidious lie about not being there when they get home. Sabrina sighed, she knew they would never believe her.

Sabrina had started feeling an empty solitude of regret in her heart. She wanted to go home and lay in her warm made up bed, and maybe after, try and convince her parents to get a cat— then, of course, she'd remember that her parents were not being reasonable in any sense and wanted her memory carefully examined and erased of all the parts that had any thought of magic and of her other curious side of the family.

These arguments and emotions went back and forth in her head over and over again until she began sobbing. Then she only thought of her deepest regrets and wrongs that she'd ever done throughout her fifteen-year life.

Although, occasionally, the blaring horn of a thrashing truck going speedily down the highway snapped her out of these thoughts and she began thinking about other things—momentarily. This light in the darkness did not last long before she began thinking about all the things that she was doing again.

After a few more hours of driving and lightly whimpering, Sabrina heard the ringtone of her phone go off from her back-pocket and as she shifted around to pull it out while still concentrating on the highway she accidentally clicked the green answer button.

"Sabrina! Where have you been?" Rick Daroldson, Sabrina's boss, screamed before she could even look at her phone. "You were supposed to cover the entire morning shift! And guess what! I just got a call from Leah saying when she got there it hadn't even been opened! This is going to get you fired! Heck! It might even get me fired!" Sabrina could hear the uneasiness in his voice and then a loud slam type noise came from his line. She sighed—if she'd known who it was, she never even would've tried to pull it out of her pocket.

"Look—I'm sorry, I forgot to turn in a quitting form and—-"

"No! No! No and's. I'm done! Goodbye see you in—-"

Sabrina hung up the call. And then through all the sadness a light smile peered across her face. She had always hated her boss; he was stuck up, typically childish, and took things very badly; three characteristics Sabrina was known to hate. However, it may be, she was happy to get a little revenge on him for making her clean the gas-station toilets three times in a row.

"Bye." Sabrina said to herself as she started to switch lanes. Then bang—-everything collided. The back car windows shattered and the air-bag went off and covered Sabrina's entire face making it so she could no longer see. Then another bang and crash. This time on the right side of Sabrina's car.

Then Sabrina truly processed what happened—she was in a car-accident. She pushed the hard air-bag out of her aching face and chest. She was in pain—a lot of pain. Her vision was blurry and all she could hear was the loud bangs of things colliding repeating in her ears. Then she smelled the strong scent of gasoline and only a split second after—smoke. She had to get out of the car.

Through her tear stained eyes and the smoke practically blinding her, she tried to push open the Catillac door, but it wouldn't budge. She looked around—there wasn't any way she could get out through the back; it was almost completely condensed and heavily indented with shards of glass scattered throughout the entirety of what was left of the back seats. Sabrina coughed, she tried to stop, but couldn't. She closed her eyes, trying to hide them from the piercing strengthening smoke, and desperately felt for her seat belt buckle. Click. She was able to move around.

Sabrina painfully opened her eyes and then looked over to the passenger door, but all she could see was smoke and more of a faint car indentation to the Catillac of where she was hit.

The smell of gasoline started to get stronger. She tried to jerk open the car door again, but it wouldn't budge. Sabrina started banging fiercely on the car window.

Her vision kept getting worse and soon she started violently coughing again, but she persisted pounding on the window until—CRACK. She used the last of her strength to crawl out through the shards of what used to be a car window and onto the highway road.

She fell from the window opening and slammed hard onto the highway. Pain creased all over body as she lay unmoving on the blaring, stuck in traffic, highway road. Sabrina curled up in a ball. Then everything went black.


"Hello Miss Grimm. I'm glad you're awake. We would like to do a quick synopsis," The red-haired woman looked down at her clip-board, "and then—you can talk to your parents."

Sabrina painfully sat up and looked around. She was in a small hospital room sitting in a reclining bed, dressed in a blue hospital dress with bandages and needles of all sorts scattered across her hands and arms. She had a black clip attached to her pointer finger that had a black cord leading to a large monitor on a pole that would beep every second or so—and to the left of Sabrina was a large window with half-opened blue curtains that had a view of the hospital parking lot.

Sabrina shook her head—parents? What? I'm I okay? Where exactly am I? What happened? She took a long deep-breath as she tried to recollect what had happened. She'd been in a car accident with what Sabrina believed, two other cars. It wasn't her fault—she'd checked her mirrors and then turned on her turn single and tried to switch lanes when—SLAM! And then another SLAM! Then all Sabrina could remember was smoke—and the faint smell of gasoline.

"Where—-" Sabrina paused and bit her lip as she felt her face go red, "Are—are? Uh, my parents here?"

The young woman, who Sabrina supposed was the nurse, shook her head. "Not that I know of—but I believe they're on their way. No need to worry at all—" The woman looked down at her clip-board again. " —Sabrina."

Oh—oh, yes there is, Sabrina thought solemnly sitting farther up the bed. The young slim woman scribbled a bunch of things on her paper and then left the room in silence, leaving Sabrina with no explanation of where exactly she was, or what happened.

Sabrina sighed and tried to push herself off the bed through the aching pain in her entire body, but she just ended up tumbling back into her uncomfortable hospital bed. During this time in solitude Sabrina also had examined each and every cut, bandage, and bruise that was visible and concluded that after she'd be grounded by her parents for the rest of her life—she'd live.

After about fifteen minutes a short blonde-haired man with a white over-coat came into Sabrina's hospital room. He wore a small nametag pinned on his coat that read—Dr. Bruce Sharay. And he was holding a large clip-board that made his hands look small. He also had a dark-blue pen that hooked loosely on his white-coat pocket that swayed everytime he walked.

"Okay—Sabrina." He paused and etched closer to her. Then he pulled the pen that was hooked loosely onto his coat pocket and clicked the bottom of it. "I'm going to ask you a few simple questions—" he looked up and saw Sabrina's worrying exasperation and then nodded as if understanding what it meant, "don't worry it'll be easy." Sabrina shook her head in annoyance. She was worrying about what her parents would say to her, not about a few basic questions.

"What is your name?" The doctor asked.

"Sabrina Bethany Grimm."

"Could you spell that?"

Sabrina knew she was wasting her time. She wanted to call her parents—maybe, perhaps, getting some of the anger for her out of their systems before they got to the hospital.

"S…A…B…R…I…N….A—-"

The doctor asked her this question three times before he went to the next question. This time one that Sabrina found rather difficult to answer.

"How did—well, to put it bluntly—how did you escape the crash?"

"What do you mean?" Sabrina asked, a little confused. Maybe she wasn't as smart as she prided herself to be.

"Miss—-" The doctor looked down on the sheet that laid on his clip-board, " —Sabrina—you—well—you shouldn't have escaped that crash. You couldn't have. Especially in the condition you're in." The doctor seeing Sabrina's stunned face tried to recollect himself.

"What I meant was; it would've been highly unlikely to have—we suspect—to have broken that window like you did—especially with all that gasoline and smoke—and the car blowing up." He paused and then put his clip-board down on one of the small plastic inn tables.

Sabrina left her mouth hanging open. Car? Car–ca–ar blowing up? I'm so dead. Sabrina thought as the doctor took a step back towards the door. "I'm going to send one of the assistentes in here—and get you some water."

The doctor quickly left the room leaving Sabrina all alone. She wished he wouldn't have left; then she could've asked him more questions. How–how did that even happen? She thought leaning back on her hospital bed.

Sabrina didn't have long to contemplate her next few questions when an assistant came in with a cup full of ice-water. Sabrina had tried to ask her about her condition and survival in the car crash, but the assistant plainly said she didn't know and then uncomfortably walked out of the room.

Sabrina waited alone for about an hour with nothing to do but contemplate what she was going to do next and how she was going to explain herself to her parents. Throughout this time Sabrina also wished that the assistant had closed her hospital room-door as every few minutes she'd hear footsteps violently stroad down the hall and every time Sabrina prayed it wasn't her parents. Of course, it wasn't them; however, Sabrina was all too well aware that they were speeding to get down to the hospital.

Sabrina took another deep breath and steadily closed her eyes as another sound of footsteps came down the hallway. She took another deep breath when the sound of her hospital room door slamming shut aroused her precocious state. Sabrina jolted her eyes open and fearfully gasped at what she saw.

It was Josh Connaway from the gas-station, covered in blood and dirt—and smelling distinctly like smoke and gasoline.

"Get up!" He screeched.