Sam arrived at Sarah's for dinner and she greeted him at the door.
"Sarah, if you don't want to have dinner with me that's fine. You can just give me the papers and I'll leave you alone," Sam said.
"Don't be ridiculous. I always eat alone and I was looking forward to cooking for someone else," Sarah said. "But if you don't want to stay…"
"No, of course I do. I just didn't want to put you out." The last thing Sam wanted to do was hurt Sarah's feelings. She seemed like a nice girl.
"OK, I'll get the salad."
"So, you live over the shop?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I like the short commute," Sarah joked.
"You look like you have a lot of art up here, too," Sam commented.
"Yeah, why don't you look around while I get the stuff on the table," Sarah said.
Sam roamed around the room. "What's under the sheet?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm actually working on my own painting. Do you want to see it?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, sure," Sam said.
"OK, wait a minute, I want to be over there for the grand unveiling," Sarah said with a smile as she walked over with a glass of clear liquid, that Sam assumed was water.
"Ready?" she asked when she got there.
Sam nodded and Sarah whisked off the sheet with a flourish.
"It's blank," Sam said, confused.
"Not for long," Sarah said, as she poured the liquid over Sam. He disappeared and reappeared on the canvas.
"What's going on ?" Sam thought.
"I know why you came in here today, Sam. I'm a witch, I can read minds. You'll stay in that painting forever, but don't worry. I left room on the canvas. When you're brother comes looking for you, he can join you."
"No!" Sam screamed in his mind. But the only one to hear him was Sarah and she laughed, "Yes."