The Grimms stood outside Baba Yaga's worn-down shack in the rain, silent. They shifted nervously, and it looked like even bold Granny Relda was having some thoughts on turning back, but Uncle Jake was the worst out of all of them. His handsome face was broken out in a cold sweat, and he fidgeted with his coat collar. Sabrina couldn't blame him. If she had received several death threats before from the old witch, she wouldn't want to be in this situation either. Granny cleared her throat and said in a bright tone, that was seemingly out of place,

"Come along, lieblings."

The family followed her up to the door, some staggering slightly. Sabrina didn't dare look down, knowing the white pathway was actually a formation of human skulls. Granny rapped a fist on the thick wood three times, and they waited. Daphne's positive attitude disappeared sometime when they first caught sight out of the house, and now she was hiding behind her older sister, gripping Sabrina's rain coat in her small hands. The door creaked open slowly, and standing there in the threshold, was Baba Yaga. She hadn't changed since the last time Sabrina had saw her. Same dry gray hair and long pointy nose, with hideous fingernails nearly as long as her arms and her face was just as scarred and wrinkled. The witch's one milky white eye floated around in it's socket, bobbing rapidly as if surveying the group before her. She blinked, and then sneered wickedly, sharp teeth a yellowish gray.

"Ah, Grimms," she hissed in a thick Russian accent. She rudely added, "I was not expecting you. Leave."

"Old Mother, hear us out. My family and I have came to tell you something deathly important." Granny said quickly.

"What would that be now, Relda?" Baba Yaga asked, and then sighed, mockingly. "The Scarlet Hand has finally gained domination?"

"No, not yet." Granny Relda said, eyebrows slightly furrowing together. "May we please come inside and discuss this?"

Baba Yaga stared at their small group, and her eyes caught Uncle Jake's. He fidgeted under the furious gaze.

"Jacob Grimm!" she shrieked so loudly the dirty windows of her shack shook. "How dare you show your face in my presence!" She whipped a long wand out of her robes and a flaming fireball the size of a beach ball appeared at it's tip, sizzling and sparks flying onto the sodden ground.

Daphne let out a terrified whimper, and the family retreated backwards a few steps.

"I distinctly remember saying, if you ever come onto my property again, Jacob, I would feast on your bones!" The witch spat.

"Please, please, Jacob can stay outside, Old Mother." Granny reasoned, doing her best to put herself between Baba Yaga and Sabrina, Daphne and Puck.

There were a few seconds where there was only the crackling of the fire ball, and Sabrina was sure she was going to roast the family, but Baba Yaga sneered and put the wand back in her dirty black robes, diminishing the magical fire.

"Fine," The witch snorted. "Come inside, and hurry up, your letting in all the cold air."

Uncle Jake fixed a thankful look at his mother, and he watched, as everyone else followed the cranky old Everafter inside her little 'house'.

The door slammed shut behind Sabrina, almost catching her coat. The inside of the house was just as disturbing as the outside. Ugly colored wallpaper was peeling, dusty burlap sacks leaked green colored ooze all over the dusty, withered wood floor. There was several large water stains on the ceiling, along with a old, crusty chandelier. Papers were scattered everywhere, as if blown around by a strong wind. Although, the most unsettling feeling was not the filth and despair that seemed to hang in the air, it was the odd sensation running up and down Sabrina's spine and through her veins. It was like a hunger-a nervous, unnatural craving. Every living organ, even her strands of hair and the tips of her nails, seemed like they were awake and starving. It was her magic addiction, and it was attempting to control her. Trying to make her reach out, and snatch one of Baba Yaga's magical wands or magical rings or another one of the million other items the witch left about. They were teasing her, so close, but yet, still so far away…

A hand slipped into her own, bringing her out of the yearning inside her mind. She looked down at her little sister.

"Are you going to be okay?" she asked, biting her lip.

Sabrina took a deep breath and nodded. "I think so."

"Well?" Baba Yaga scoffed. "What do you want? I didn't let you all in here so you could just personally inspect all of my magical trinkets." She threw an accusing gaze across the room, where Puck was busy continuing his snooping from his previous visit, opening cabinets and peeking into drawers.

He looked up when the room was quiet, and gave everyone a grin.

"Who, me?" he asked innocently, and flipped through a spell book made from actual human skin.

Granny Relda gave him a scolding look, and cleared her throat.

"My granddaughters have good reason to believe that the loss of your guardians will have a horrible consequence in the future."

Baba Yaga sneered. She towered over Sabrina and Daphne, eyeing them the way a tabby cat might look at a mouse cornered in an alley. "And, how, may I might ask, do they know this?

"You see, Old Mother, my granddaughters traveled to the future about a week and a half ago."

The old crone tilted her head back and let out an screeching laugh. It startled everyone, causing Puck to drop the spell book he was holding.

"Oh?" she cackled. "Is that it?"

"Please-" Granny started, but the old witch cut her off.

"Spare me your humorous lies, Relda." she said, smoothly. "You and I both know that is now impossible. The last time machine was destroyed years ago, and there is no more left in existence."

"But it is true!" Daphne blurted. "We went through a tear in time! That's why those Indian guys came out of no where and attacked your house!"

"Silence, child!" Baba Yaga demanded, coldly.

"Hey, don't talk to her like that!" Sabrina hollered at the old hag, fists clenched instinctively. She didn't care that the Everafter could fry her on the spot, nobody talked to her sister that way.

There was a large crash, and every swiveled around. Puck was standing next to a broken jar, where purplish fumes floated up from the broken glass and same colored powder.

"I didn't do it!" he exclaimed, putting up his hands.

A smell wafted over to Sabrina, and she felt a wave of nausea come of her. It was a bitter, nasty aroma, unlike nothing she had ever smelled before, and hopefully never again.

Baba Yaga started screaming, cursing the boy. Sabrina covered her nose with one hand, stalked over to the fairy and snatched his sleeve with the other.

"Get away from that!" she demanded, urging him to follow her.

Suddenly, there was a loud creaking noise, and Sabrina turned around and glanced up in time to see a ten foot wood cabinet, shelves filled and stuffed with magical items, teeter cautiously, then dip forward and threaten to crash upon her.