Sabrina sat warily across from the mysterious little girl. Emily, oblivious to her mistrust, was watching Puck with wide eyes, an almost maniacal smile across her features. She wiggled in her chair, bouncing up and down. Every once in a while, she gave out an excited squeak.

Puck was doing nothing out of the ordinary. He was chilling happily on the couch, drinking a Dr. Pepper and channel surfing on the family's ancient television. Even so, the little girl seemed enchanted. She stared at him in awe, following his every subtle move.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Stop staring at him. He's full enough of himself, already."

Emily grinned. "I know." She whooped. After coming back from the mansion, the girl's fear had been shrugged off, almost like a coat, revealing a bright, shining personality almost identical to Daphne's.

Sabrina sighed. Daphne. That was why that little girl was really here. To interrogate about the whereabouts of her little sister. She got up and retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge, then turned and dully asked, "Hey, Emmy, you want some?"

Immediately, the girl's expression changed to one of ecstatic joy to overwhelming loss. For a moment, Sabrina got another look at the poor, confused girl that she had first seen at the abandoned mansion. "My mother liked to call me that," she whispered.

Sensing that he was no longer the center of the girl's attention, Puck sidled over to see what was happening. He grabbed the bottle of water from Sabrina's hand, then sat down in Sabrina's chair and stared intently at the girl. "Hey, Soda Pop," he grinned. "Where's my unfailing admirer?"

Emily looked at him sadly. She pointed at Sabrina. "She went that-a-way."

Puck chuckled.

Sabrina wasn't nearly as light-hearted about the whole situation. Daphne was missing, and this girl was here instead of her. This made her feel overwhelmingly cautious towards her, and also extremely sad. But at the same time, Sabrina could understand the little girl's loss. Her mother, and no doubt the rest of her family, was very important to her.

She had been dropped down into unfamiliar territory, with people that she knew, but didn't love, wrenched from her family, completely alone, and probably missing everything she used to know. With a sudden jolt, Sabrina realized that was probably exactly what Daphne was feeling. Most likely, Daphne was sitting with Emily's family, being interrogated by them.

Puck seemed to realize this as well, because he immediately killed the lights and brought out a flashlight, just like they did in the old spy movies. Immediately, Emily's sparkly personality came back. "Ooooh, are you going to question me now?" She clapped her hands excitedly. "I get to be interrogated by the Trickster King and the Queen of Sneaks!" she squealed.

Sabrina rolled her eyes good-naturedly. Yep, exactly like Daphne. She pulled up a seat and started off with the first question. "So, Emily, where were you just before you found yourself in that old mansion?"

"Easy," Emily scoffed. "I was at home, reading about you guys on my computer."

Puck and Sabrina exchanged surprised glances. She knew about them from her computer? They leaned in closer to the girl. This time, Puck shot off the question.

"Was there, like, a certain site that you went onto that told you all this stuff about us?"

Emily's eyes widened. "Oh, no, I didn't learn what I've told you guys from a site. That stuff is just pretend. Not real. Bluff. (No offence to anybody out there who might take offence to that. It just kind of worked for my story.) I got all the solid info from your books. You know, the Sisters Grimm, by Michael Buckley? It's like a guide to the awesomeness of Sabrina, Daphne, and Puck, plus friends and enemies. It tells about all of the past adventures that you've had since you first moved in.

"The website is , and it has lots of stuff about you guys on it. Romance, adventure, whole bunches of twists and turns, it's fantastic!"

Sabrina took a deep breath and headed towards the family computer. "Interrogation's over, for now, Puck. It seems we've got some research to do on the Sisters Grimm."

Daphne sat happily with the Emily's family, the Vancing's, at their dinner table. "So there you have it. I magicked myself over here with my amulet and traded places with Emily. Don't worry, it's only temporary. Emily will be back by next week, I promise you."

Emily's older brother, Blake, stared blankly at her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Um, so you're saying that magic is real, just like Emily wanted it to be, and that now she's somewhere in New York for a week, with her favorite book characters of all time, in Ferryport Landing? That seems a little hard to believe."

Garrett, her younger brother, nodded in agreement.

Daphne sighed. "I know it is, but you're just going to have to believe me. Otherwise, you'll send me to jail, and they'll take my wand, which is your only hope of bringing Emily back."

Mrs. Vancing scrunched up her face. "Ugh. This is so horrible. I can't keep my daughter from danger, she's all alone in a new place, and she probably has no idea how she got there. Please tell me that your family won't be too rough on her. She's so young."

Daphne put a tender hand on Mrs. Vancing's sympathetically. "Yes, I know," she crooned. "But don't worry. If I know anybody, I know that my sister will keep that girl safe like Emily would the most precious jewel in the world. Your daughter will be fine."

"I hope you're right," Mr. Vancing growled. "Because if my daughter comes back with even the tiniest scratch on her, I vow to you that you will pay."

Daphne gulped as she sized up that large, muscular man. "I know."

What'd you think? Amazing? Sorry about the short first chapter. All I could come up with at the time. Not much you can do to further describe an old, musty mansion. Oh, well. Michael Buckley rocks! (And owns the Sisters Grimm.)