"Cherry?" Jim asked. "But how did you and your friends get here?"
Mo was about to answer, then rubbed her head. "Uh... We don't know..."
"Don't worry, I'm gonna bust us in." Jim said as he kicked one stand off and tried to bash it against the windows to break the glass to get back inside the mansion.
The cracks and shatters did not stay however, they only seemed to dissolve as though they were never broken.
"What the heck?!" Drell gasped.
"Now what do we do?" Cherry sighed.
Meanwhile, with Sara and Patch as they began to try to open the window...
Sara came up to the window and tried to knock on it. Ramsley suddenly came into the room which was startling at first.
"Oh, Ramsley, you have to help me," Sara rushed to the butler. "There's something terribly wrong with-"
"Yes, I am aware," Ramsley replied. "It's Edward, my dear, I know, he's expecting you. He's in the ballroom now, and you haven't put on your dress yet," he then walked to the bridal gown on the bed. "We can't keep the master waiting."
"Can't keep him waiting for what?" Patch asked.
"Why, the wedding, of course." Ramsley replied.
"Wedding?" Patch asked.
"Yours." Ramsley then said directly to Sara.
"My...?" Sara was broken about this again. "I am not Elizabeth!"
"Of course you are, my dear," Ramsley stepped over toward her. "You may not see it yet, but in time, you will."
"You don't seriously think she's going to go through with this madness, do you?" Patch asked.
"Oh, yes, I very much do," Ramsley replied as he stepped backward to a mirror to show Michael and Megan trapped someplace else, crying for help. "You see, we wouldn't want anything to happen to the children, now would we?"
"Michael! Megan!" Sara cried out in distress of her only children, she then sharply turned to the butler. "You wouldn't..."
"Of course not, my dear," Ramsley replied. "But that is entirely up to you. If not, I really do fear for the children..."
"You are a sick, twisted man or should I say, ghost?" Patch growled.
"You go along with this and I might just spare you and your human friends..." Ramsley glared down at him.
"You wouldn't dare." Patch glared.
"I had before and I'll do it again if I must..." Ramsley glared back sharply, he then closed the door behind him and walked off into the hallways where Emma and Ezra were standing inside of. "Have her ready and this time don't screw up," he then said sternly before talking to Thaddeus and Josephine. "And children, you better be ready as well."
"Sir...?" Emma nervously spoke up.
Ramsley sharply turned to her. "There are worse things than Purgatory, madame! I can assure you."
Emma quietly whimpered and stared to the floor, fearing him very much.
"Have her and the children ready." Ramsley said darkly before continuing down the hall.
It was now time to prepare for the wedding against Sara's wishes. And where Patch had to be a part of it as well, only as an observer and where Thaddeus was Edwards best man/ring bearer and Josephine was the flower girl while Emma was the bridesmaid and where Sara was unlucky to be the bride.
Sara walked down the aisle and the Wedding March sounded more horrific and terrifying than warm and welcoming as it usually was on the organ. Ezra played the organ as Sara was walking down the aisle as she was forced to marry Edward. Edward smiled as he walked down the stairs and saw Sara in the wedding gown as he was finally going to have his wishes granted to him, at least, that was what he thought.
'Oh, Edward, mine and Josephine's father to be, if only I could tell you that isn't Elizabeth, if only I wasn't such a coward.' Thaddeus thought to himself.
Patch could see that Sara had a tear rolling down her cheek as he was in the room, but he was chained like a dog punished to sleep outside for the night and had a muzzle on. Edward's smile disappeared though once he saw Sara was extremely upset about this.
"Tears of joy." Ramsley told Edward about Sara's sadness.
"Liar." Thaddeus whispered.
Meanwhile, back outside...
"Atticus, what're we gonna do?" Mo asked.
"I... I... I don't know..." Atticus sounded stumped for what seemed like the first time in his life. "Ramsley won..."
"WHAT?!" Cherry squawked, then walked up to him. "Atticus, I've known you for years, man, years! You never give up!"
"But what else can we do?! He's won!" Atticus exclaimed before sitting on the ground close to the wall. "We've failed."
"We can't just sit here," Mo urged her boyfriend. "If we don't do something, Mrs. Evers will be married to Mr. Gracey!"
"I know, we can't let that happen, but what can we do?" Atticus sighed. "It's just hopeless..."
"There's gotta be a way out of this and we have to save Michael and Megan..." Drell said. "But how?"
"I don't know..." Atticus sighed as he sat down. "I'm throwing in the towel..."
"Atticus, you can't..." Cherry sounded devastated. 'Giving up is my job!"
Madame Leota decided to give it go to try and boost up the boy's spirits as well as Jim's who was feeling like he failed too. "What are you both doing?" she then asked.
"Hey... You leave us alone..." Jim pointed sharply to the gypsy. "Just get out of here and leave us alone!"
"Oh, I see, you're both just gonna sit there, feeling sorry for yourselves." Madame Leota replied.
"Look, we tried to get inside, but we can't no matter how many times we try to break through the window, it just keeps regenerating!" Atticus told her.
"Look, this whole thing is my fault," Jim said. "We should've never been here in the first place. We were supposed to be at the lake. We were gonna sit by a warm fire, I made us all come here. And now, now it's too late."
Madame Leota wasn't going to let these two give up just like that. "No, it's never too late." she told the mortal man and Wiccan boy.
"Look, didn't you hear Atticus?" Jim replied. "We tried to get in there, but we can't, alright? We tried and failed!"
"You try, you fail, you try, you fail, but the only true failure is when you stop trying." Madame Leota replied.
"Then what do you want us to do, huh?" Jim asked.
"Try again." Madam Leota said.
"Alright, but what else could we use? We'd need something like a vehicle to-" Atticus said before getting an idea. "I just got an idea."
"He's back..." Cherry said.
"Sir, get in your car, I have a plan." Atticus told Jim.
Jim didn't hesitate and they all got into his car together as he backed up against a very tall hill as Atticus instructed.
"What if this doesn't work?" Cherry asked.
Drell handed a waiver. "You have a pen or should I give you one?"
"Don't worry, this plan will work," Atticus said. "Besides, when have my plans ever not worked?"
"He's got you there, Cher." Mo had to say.
Cherry mumbled as she feared the worst. The car was now speeding down the hill.
"Hold on!" Jim told the others.
"With what?" Madame Leota deadpanned.
"Good point." Atticus stated.
Jim started the car again and he accelerated down the hill. Cherry mumbled quietly as she started to pray and looked like she was going to die.
"Get ready to get some air!" Atticus said, sounding like a skate boarder.
"Oh, I hope we make it..." Mo hoped.
"I'm getting too old for this job..." Drell murmured as his hair slightly flew with the speed.
They all screamed once they were driving over a ledge and crashed into what appeared to be the mansion's greenhouse and even smashed against a piano, but what mattered the most was that they were able to make it inside.
"We're alive? We're alive!" Cherry cheered.
"We're alive!" Mo cheered as well.
Drell laughed and cried happy tears as he hugged everybody since they made it inside okay.