It's funny, because one day I have this really huge brain vomit about this story, and all the things I want to include in it, but for the past few days I've been wondering and wondering about how to continue this, but I just couldn't come up with an answer.

Is that what writers block is? When you don't know how to continue your story? Because if it is, then I have writers block, ladies and gentleman. Or rather, I had writers block.

It's gone now, and you should be thankful, because I have written up this new chapter for you. You can express your gratitude in your reviews.

:)

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Location: London, England

Day: Tuesday

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It seemed perfectly reasonable for two young adults to be travelling through London on vacation. On any given occasion, the sight of a pair of tourists wondering the streets without a clue would have been nothing out of the ordinary. But on this occasion, it was different.

Yes, they were on a vacation. But it was a vacation no one would ever want to take. A vacation to figure out the reason behind someone's death.

And at the present moment, they were no closer to figuring out this mystery.

After they had finished their coffee, Sabrina and Puck had hopped into one of the old-fashioned black cabs and driven to London Bridge. Puck had insisted they get a good look of the area, considering they had to somehow find a way to reach the top of the tower.

Of course, Puck flying over there was the easiest option, but with the amount of traffic in the bridge itself, as well as the possibility of being sighted from the water quickly cancelled that option out.

Sabrina suggested that Puck turn into a bird, and fly over there to retrieve whatever it was Daphne, or whoever she had used to place her note in such an impossible place, had left. Puck had agreed that this was a much better option, if he could find someplace to transform into a common London bird.

A few questions later, they found that blackbirds, as well as feral pigeons and blue tits, were the most sighted birds around London, thanks to their taxi driver.

They decided that Puck would turn into a blackbird as soon as they were on the pedestrian area of the tower. From there, Puck would morph into a bird, and fly over to retrieve the dreaded note Daphne had left behind.

Just the thought of what Daphne could have written on that note, the possibility that she could uncover something terrible, something beyond her capability of understanding, sent shivers down her back. What of she wasn't strong enough? What if what she read was totally unexpected, and she would have to deal with the fact that what was written on that piece of paper really was her sister's last words? What if Puck couldn't handle it? How would he react to the note? Should she even let him read it in the first place?

As usual, her mind was clouded with questions. Questions that seemed to have no definite answer, but instead had many possibilities.

So many possibilities.

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Once they were walking across the bridge with all the other tourists and casual Londoners, Sabrina moved closer to Puck's side. He had barely spoken a word since their talk inside the taxi, and he seemed to have resolved to thinking quietly to himself.

He was so unlike the usual Puck, the Puck she had known before Daphne's death, that Sabrina worried she might actually have boarded that plane with a stranger. It was only now that she realized how Daphne's death had affected Puck.

It must have come with such shock, her death. With such velocity that it took even the Trickster King's happy side away from him. Stripped him of his identity. Turned him into someone he wasn't, someone who was the complete opposite of the Puck she used to know, but now hardly felt she knew at all.

She often wondered how he would take death. His father's death was emotional for him, granted, but he had never really cared about the man. Sabrina wondered about how he would react if someone close to him, someone he actually cared about, died. Someone like Granny, or Mustardseed, or...or even her.

She would never had suspected that Daphne would be his first real experience with death.

Nor did she expect him to react the way he did.

But then again, she hadn't suspected the whole thing herself, either. Nobody had. It was almost unfair, having to brave the burden of not knowing why Daphne had killed herself, exactly why she had thought death was the only option.

But now they could know, and she wouldn't stop until she knew it all.

Even if the truth was too much to handle.

Bringing her attention back to Puck, she realized that he had stopped walking. Slowing to a halt beside him, she looked at his face.

Shadowed, emotionless, guarded. As if he didn't trust anyone anymore, as if he didn't trust the world anymore.

For a second, their eyes met, and she saw the mask waver. She saw his barrier disappear for a split second, the wall he had created between himself and everyone else broke down, and she saw a smile tugging at his lips.

For a moment, she felt like smiling back, but then his wall was back up, and his gaze returned back to the solemn, grave expression.

She let her smile drop. There was nothing to smile about anymore.

"We should probably stay out of sight. I'll try transform quickly, but as you know, it happens quiet obviously. People will probably notice if I turn into a bird on the spot, so try and block me from their sight as much as you can. Ready?"

Her immediate response was no. She wasn't ready. Not for this, not for the words written on that note, not for anything. She wanted so desperately to just run home and curl back into a ball on her bed, safe under the covers, just as she had been doing for the past week. She wouldn't mind if Puck came to hold her while she cried. It would be comforting, knowing he was there.

But of course she couldn't. They couldn't. They had to figure this out, whether they were ready our not. Maybe not for them, but just for the sake of knowing what had happened, knowing what had been going through Daphne's mind those last few seconds of her life, right before she plunged a blade through her heart.

That was reason enough.

Sabrina nodded, and moved to shield Puck's body from the sight of the few people walking across the pathway. There was only about a dozen people walking close by. Others were further up ahead or way behind them. They wouldn't see a thing from that distance.

Making sure that no one was watching them, Sabrina moved closer to Puck as he twirled on his heel. From a distance, it would have looked as if they were hugging. From close up, people might not even notice them.

After a few seconds, Puck had disappeared, and in his place, perched on the railing of the bridge, was a black bird, green eyes wide and pointed yellow beak lifted into the air. His dark feathers shone in the light, and Sabrina could see his eyes twinkling.

It must have been a long time since he's done that.

Nodding at him again, Puck flew off the railing and into the air, wings flapping simultaneously and tail quivering. He disappeared into the distance a moment later.

Turning around silently, Sabrina looked around. The crowd of people had gone now, and by the looks of it, nobody had noticed their little escapade. She still had no idea how they had gotten away with it.

Slowing her breathing down, it was only then that she realized her heart was beating loudly in her chest. She focused on getting her heart rate to slow down. It wouldn't do to panic.

Looking down at her watch, she noted that it had been three minutes since Puck had flown off. As she studied the intricate steel band, the round silver watch face engraved with black Roman Numerals, she felt a pang of sadness. The watch had been a present from Daphne, on her eighteenth birthday. Daphne had known Sabrina didn't take presents anymore, now that she had a job working part-time at the gym as a personal trainer, a job that she had had to call yesterday to ask for a month's leave, and managed to get after a bit of persuasion and quiet a few promises. But still her younger sister had insisted on giving Sabrina the watch, and of course she had to agree, because her sister meant the world to her, and disappointing her made her feel like the lowest of the low.

Now, she wished she had gotten Daphne a present in return. Maybe she wouldn't have killed herself if she had a memorable item to remember Sabrina by. Something of sentimental value. Maybe she would have looked at it before she reached her fatal decision, and thought, "Hang on, there is someone who cares about me," and maybe, just maybe, she would have put the knife down.

But as always, she was too late.

And now, she couldn't do anything to bring her sister back.

Looking around, Sabrina saw that there was hardly anyone on the bridge anymore. Now would be a perfect time to arrive, Puck, she thought. Turning back to the railing, she looked out towards the sky, searching for any sign of a black bird.

Nothing. The grey expanse was empty, not a single bird to be seen.

She was about to turn around when she heard Puck's voice.

"Sabrina."

Whipping around, she saw that Puck was standing behind her, his hair ruffled, and his eyes dark. She only had a few moments to take in his appearance, though, before her gaze traveled down to the object in his hand, and her heart skipped a beat.

He was holding a paper plane.

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