The insurance adjustor took almost no time checking and confirming the plane had crashed and that it was not reparable. He signed a form and told Jack that he should have it removed from the field. As he left, Jack and Sam watched him drive off without another word. Mr. Teagarden watched them without saying anything either. Sam was concerned about what he might do next. She wasn't sure what he did to that insurance man, but she didn't want him to do that to her or her father. She didn't want to lose any more memories than she already had.

"Mr. Teagarden, do you mind if we get the rest of our things out of the plane and then we'll be on our way," Sam said. She didn't have anything left inside, but she wanted one last look around before it moved. We can show ourselves out, I promise."

Mr Teagarden paused and seemed to consider his options for a moment. Jack remained silent and watched Sam. He didn't know what she was up to. Sam tried to look pleasant and unassuming. She smiled as though she was no threat at all and there was no reason for Mr. Teagarden to do anything serious.

"That's just fine," Mr. Teagarden said. "All I ask is that you return my card."

Jack pulled the card out of his shirt pocket and handed it to the small man.

"Goodbye," Mr. Teagarden said as he started the walk over the hill.

"What did you leave in the plane?" Jack asked as Sam opened the door.

"Nothing, but I'm looking for clues. Someone planted this plane here and there must be a clue," she said.

"I don't understand it," Jack said. "It looks like it just stopped here, there are no marks or small pieces lying around. No crash site is like this. How could that guy just sign off on this as something normal?" Jack asked.

"Because he wasn't normal," Sam said as she looked under the pilots seat. "Mr. Teagarden did something to him."

"What?" Jack asked.

"I think he put a…aha!" Sam exclaimed as she pulled her hand out from under her father's seat. She held it up triumphantly and took it to her father and put it in his outstretched hand.

It was a piece of emerald silk, and it smelled lovely.

"It's the piece of silk I saw in your memory," Sam said. "It's a clue. Whoever put this plane here is the same person that removed our memories. I knew it!"

Jack put the silk up to his nose and inhaled the fragrance. He waited for it to remind him of something, but there was nothing there. He felt a sense of loss, but he didn't know what for. The smell was wonderful though. "Let's go get something to eat," he said as he put the silk in his pocket.

Once they got to the road and walked towards their car, Sam turned to see if Mr Teagarden was watching them. "Dad?" she asked.

Jack turned and stared where Mr. Teagarden's house was. Now it was an empty field. The house was gone.

"What the Hell was that?" Jack asked as he stared where the house wasn't.

"I think I know what it is," Sam said. "Magic."

Jack looked at his daughter. He didn't like how she had been changed since the crash. These visions and dreams concerned him. Before the crash, she was a normal kid dealing with the recent loss of her mother. Now all these weird things were happening. He didn't like that she was remembering things and he couldn't remember anything. He also didn't like her answer. He didn't mind her believing in things like magic, she was still young, but he didn't like that he couldn't do anything about it.

When they got back to their hotel they stopped in the bar for a quick lunch.

"Hiya, love," the tall, blonde waitress said to Jack more than to Sam. "What can I get ya to eat?"

Sam watched her father talk to the waitress. He actually seemed to be flirting with her. Sam was happy that he seemed to have an interest in women again, but there was something she didn't like about this. It didn't feel right, like he was cheating. After their order had been taken, Sam said, "She sure seems friendly."

"Yeah, maybe it is time to get back out there, you know?" Jack said. "You wouldn't mind if I started seeing someone, would you, Sam?"

She took a sip of water before she answered. "I guess so, but really, a waitress that you met at the hotel?"

"Gotta start somewhere," her dad said.

They spent the rest of the day making more phone calls about the airplane and shopping. They were running out of clothes and the weather was turning cold. Sam thought about another Christmas without her mom. The one last year was crushing, what would this one be like? There were already decorations up in the high street and the unseasonably warm Fall weather was over. Sam got a sweatshirt and her dad bought an emerald green sweater. When Sam asked bout it, he simply said he liked the color.

"I'm going back down to the bar," Jack said after Sam was tucked in.

"Ok," Sam said. She was trying to be cheerful for his sake, but she didn't like it. "Be quiet if you come in late."

Jack went down and sat at the bar and talked to the same waitress that had been so friendly before. They flirted and shared a drink, but when she put her hand on Jack's, he recoiled. He couldn't explain it. He felt a visceral reaction, like she was wrong for him, or like his sister or something. He worked hard to make excuses to leave right after that. Even though she was cute and funny, he couldn't take any more. He needed to get out. After saying that he needed to go back and check on Sam, he left and vowed to check out the next morning.

"That was fast," Sam said as he turned on the bathroom light.

"It was weird, it was like she creeped me out," Jack said. "Is it ok if we go home tomorrow?"

Sam smiled a little. "That sounds good, I don't think there is anything else for me to find here," she said.

The next morning, Jack was already at the front desk while Sam finished brushing her teeth. It was hard to sleep with all the dreams. They were so vivid, like they were memories, not dreams at all. She woke exhausted, and lay there trying to put them all together while her father rushed her to get up. She couldn't remember any names and faces were fuzzy in her memory but a few things stood out. Broomsticks and her father kissing a woman. A meal in a giant hall and gummy worms. A man with a beard and a castle. Finally, something about an alley in London.

She grabbed her backpack and headed for the elevator. Once again, there was the diminutive elevator operator, holding the door for her.

"Hello," the man said cheerily. "Checking out today? Did you have a nice stay?"

Sam paused. There hadn't been an elevator operator in 70 years. This was either a joke or a ghost. After the events of the past couple of days, she was leaning towards ghost.

"Checking out all right," Sam said as she entered the elevator. She was trying to pretend like she was totally casual with the whole thing. "Did you see my father come down just a few minutes ago?"

"Why yes I did," the man answered. "But he didn't see me. Very few people can, you know. It's nice when someone like you comes along. I like having little conversations like this. It's lonely otherwise."

"What do you mean, people like me?" Sam asked.

"Why, magical folks of course," he answered as the door opened.

"Sam, there you are," Jack said as the elevator doors opened.

"He doesn't see me," the man said sadly. "Most people don't, but have a wonderful day!"

"You too," Sam said absently as she left the elevator and her father stared at her.

"Are you ready to go home?" Jack asked as he looked at the empty elevator.

"Please," Sam said. She needed to get home and figure out how to get her memories back.