Gus cheered as Luke landed a strike on Darth Vader's shoulder. He was about to make a joke, but was cut short by Luke's arm being cut short.

"There is no escape," Vader sneered. "Don't make me destroy you."

"He did not just cut off his hand," Amity said. "How did they manage to even do that without chopping off the actor's hand for real?"

"By the power of CGI, that's how," Luz smiled.

"If you only knew the power of the Dark Side." Vader clenched his fist as Luke clumsily pulled himself away. "Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father."

Luz smiled evilly. This was it! Her friends were about to be some of the few people in decades who experienced that twist without it being spoiled for them.

"He told me enough! He told me you killed him."

"No," Vader said in an eerily calm tone. "I am your father."

"What?" Willow shouted. "That can't be true, he's lying."

"Search your feelings Luke, you know it to be true!"

As Luke screamed in the background, Luz was smiling from ear to ear as her friends lost their minds.

"Why would he lie?" Hunter asked. "How would lying benefit him?"

As they all argued, Luz couldn't help but laugh. It was exactly the kind of reaction she'd been hoping for.


Hunter enjoyed the film, but he couldn't concentrate. When they were walking back from lunch, he caught a glimpse of a statue of two men. He didn't get to look at it for long but he was pretty sure he knew who they were. Gus kept giving him odd looks as well, and Hunter couldn't help but think he knew more than he was letting on.

"I think Philip was from your town," he whispered after pulling Luz away from the others. "There's a statue of him and… him and his brother in the centre of town."

Luz frowned. "How do you know he had a brother?"

"He looked exactly like me. Down to the annoying hair thing and everything."

"Okay," Luz said in a reassuring tone. "I'll research it a bit and see what I can find, okay?"


Camila got home from work quite late. She'd managed to pick up some clothes on her way home, but warned the witches that they were all quite cheap, since she had to be careful with money. Gus was ecstatic to be wearing human clothes, and he suited them. Hunter wasn't sure what he thought of the jeans, t-shirt and pullover hoodie that he was wearing now. It was all in various shades of blue, so that was good (he never wanted to wear anything golden or yellow again). It was also really comfortable, but at the end of the day, he was still used to wearing that thick leather vest and lots of other clothes that put practicality over comfort or aesthetics.

He'd thought all clothes were just mildly uncomfortable, but it turns out that Belos just didn't fund the Coven's clothing department well at all.

They'd had some dinner, which had consisted of something that made his mouth feel like it was on fire called 'Chinese takeaway' (apparently food that felt like it was dumped in an entire barrel of spices was common in the human realm). He found Luz sitting at her desk in her room later, looking at a smaller version of the 'TV' they'd watched the movie on. He vaguely remembered her calling it a… a computator?

"What are you reading?"

Luz sighed, switching between tabs. "I'm trying to find information on Philip and his brother, but the only website that has anything is Wikipedia, which is famously unreliable."

"How did you find it? Would you not have to look in a book?" Hunter asked.

"No, this is the internet. It's basically a digital space where people can post things and share information, and I'm using it to try and find information about Philip."

"I'm not even going to pretend to understand that," Hunter smiled.

Luz's eyes suddenly widened. "Hunter, that's it! Books!"

"What?"

Luz grabbed his shoulder and pulled him in closer. "There might be some old books about all this at the Historical Society!"

Hunter smiled. "Shall we go get them?"

"No," Luz's face fell. "Pretty sure the curator guy will hate me with a passion at this point, so we can't get them."

An idea began to form in Hunter's mind, an idea that he wouldn't have been okay with a weeks ago, but that he loved now.

"I mean… I've stolen stuff before. I know how to sneak into places."

"We're not stealing anything," Luz replied. "But sneaking in? That could work."

They decided to do it later that night, their logic being that it was better to do it when Jacob wouldn't be there and it would be dark enough that they wouldn't be able to be identified on the security tapes.

They snuck out once everyone was asleep, then came back a few minutes later to grab some coats because it was absolutely pissing it down outside.

Hunter shivered and blew on his hands. He still felt uneasy in human rain. Maybe it was because Belos had told him that it was safe and he'd lied about everything else, so that could turn out to be some elaborate ploy too.

Or maybe he was being irrational.

It was probably the second one.

The two stuck their heads out of a bush outside of the Historical Society, hair covered in twigs and leaves.

"How are we going to get in?" Luz murmured.

"We could just smash the door," Hunter replied. "I mean, who makes a door out of glass?"

"We don't want it to be obvious that we were here." Luz looked around a little more and spied a vent at the top of the building. "We might be able to crawl through the vents and get in that way."

As she ran off, Hunter followed her. "What's a vent?"

"Not the time," Luz said. "Right, you can probably climb up onto the roof, but I definitely can't, so can you help me up?"

Luz climbed onto a bin that was near the side of the building then onto Hunter's shoulders. Afterwards, she was just about able to reach the edge of the roof and pull herself up.

"How did you get up here so fast?" she asked as she pulled herself up.

"Experience," Hunter smiled, walking over to the vent. "What now?"

"Pull off the grate thingy."

Hunter took a deep breath and yanked on the grate for a few minutes, before it eventually came loose with a large metallic clang.

"That was louder than I would've hoped," he mumbled as he crawled into the vent. "Ugh, it smells like ass in here."

Hunter managed to drop onto the floor gracefully, and Luz fell from the vent a second later, crashing onto a desk and making a noticeable cracking sound.

"Something is definitely broken," she breathed as she sat up. "Whoa, it is dark in here."

"We should turn the 'power' on," Hunter said. "Is that what it's called?"

"Yes, but we need to keep the power off so the cameras are off. We need another source of light."

"Well, this is a history… place, there's probably a lantern or something in here."

Luz pulled out her flip phone and turned the torch on. "This isn't gonna cut it. You go look for some matches and I'll go try find a lantern, okay?"

It was dark enough in the building to where you wouldn't be able to read anything, but just bright enough to be able to see where you were going. Luz managed to find a lantern in an exhibit at the back, and Hunter found a lighter next to some cigarettes in a desk. He wasn't sure what the lighter did at first, but when he figured out how to work it, he realised that it would probably suit their needs.

Luz lit the lantern and placed it on the floor. They were standing in the library section of the society, which amounted to three bookshelves pressed up against the wall.

They scoured through the books, checking the titles and collecting the ones that could be helpful. After those ones proved fruitless, they began checking all the other books.

It was about two in the morning before they finished.

"Nothing," Hunter spat, shoving the last book onto the shelf forcefully. "None of them had any information we don't already know." He sat down on the floor, rubbing his forehead.

"Hey, it's okay," Luz said, rubbing his shoulder. "We can keep looking, just in other places."

"No, it's not okay!" Hunter yelled. "Belos was the only source of information, and now he's dead!" He ran his hands through his hair. "And because of that stupid kid, I'm never going to find out."

"Why do you want know so badly anyway?" Luz asked. "Where you came from isn't important."

"I know… but I just… I just want to know. I need to know, I need to know I'm not a monster."

"You're not a monster, regardless of where you came from," Luz said. "It's getting late. Or early, I suppose. We should go back."

Hunter nodded, but just as he was getting up to leave, he spotted an old, worn out book sticking out of a rubbish bin. He leaned over and grabbed it.

"The Complete History of Gravesfield," he muttered, before scanning through the pages. After a minute or so of reading, he shut the book. "Caleb…" he murmured.

He quickly ran after Luz, bumping into her as she was moving a chair to climb back into the vent.

"I found something!"

Luz's eyes lit up. "What is it?"

"His name was Caleb Wittebane."

"That's… convenient," Luz chuckled. "That you chose a random cover name that just happened to be the name of the guy you were made from."

Hunter smiled. "No it's not. Flapjack suggested that name, and look!" He shoved the book into Luz's face.

It was open on a page with a drawing of the Wittebane brothers, and Caleb had a very familiar bird on his shoulder.

"That's why he was drawn to you!" Luz said. "Flapjack was Caleb's palisman!"


Luz quietly opened the front door and ushered Hunter in, book in hand (they figured no one would notice its absence considering where they found it).

"We need to keep quiet," she said as they entered the living room (the witches had moved their sleeping bags up to the spare bedroom after dinner, because Camila wanted her lounge back). They began to walk upstairs, careful to avoid any creaky boards, until—

"Luz Noceda."

Luz froze in place and swore under her breath. She turned around to see Camila standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking downright furious.

"Get down here this instant."

Hunter took one more step up the stairs, hoping that he could escape this situation. He knew what happened when adults got mad.

"Both of you," Camila said, her anger apparent in her tone.


Yes, the chapter title is a play on Labyrinth Runners.