Marvin found Barbara in the corner of the bed, unconscious. Her white shawl torn to shreds, her black sleeves ripped in half, dry blood on her forehead, splinters on her back and shards on her clavicle. The same injuries that he saw in his crystal ball. Marvin tried to wake her up, he also noticed a bump on the back of her head. Out of curiosity, Marvin poked at the swollen bump, similar to how a child would press a button.

No response.

Marvin saw that Barbara's knuckles were red due to the blood and shards that belonged to the mirror. What did she do last night?

He needed to get to the bottom of this, but first, he had to clean her up. He picked a shard that was located above her left clavicle, and removed it.

She woke up screaming from the sharp pain. Her shrill scream echoed from the swamp, startling the crows and rooks as they flew away from the trees.

Barbara groaned in pain while Marvin helped her up. "What are you doing here? Get out of my house!" Barbara yelled, pushing him away.

"Hey hey hey! Why are you yelling at me for?" Marvin shielded himself, his arms protecting his face.

"You have a lot of nerve sneaking into my house and sneaking around my bedroom!" She hit him repeatedly.

"Don't flatter yourself!" He grabbed her wrists mid-swing. "I may be many things, but I'm no pervert." Marvin retorted.

"Says the man who requested that I bring a pair of undergarments as part of a gag. I haven't forgotten that you used my aunt's pantyhose as a slingshot." Barbara reminded him as his face turned rufescent.

"Don't change the subject! I came to check on you! I thought you were dead!" Marvin reprimanded her.

Not yet anyway, Barbara thought.

"I saw you with the same injuries and nigh-dead posture like in my vision." He added.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, trying to get Marvin to stop rambling.

"I scried, and the first thing I saw was you lying on the corner of the floor, bleeding, unconscious, badly injured in this very room. Barb, I've never seen you like this." Marvin sounded concerned, "I've seen you in rough shape before, but never like this. What did you do last night?" He inquired, his gauntlets lightly squeezing her shoulders.

Honestly, the last thing she remembered last night was that she confronted Catherine, she lashed out and tried strangling her. After that, nothing. She woke up and stood from the ground with a terrible headache then rushed to Croaker Swamp on foot. By the time she arrived home, she lit up the candles. She brought the candle holder to the storage room to take out the ingredients in order to make an ointment to treat her head injury. She felt an ominous presence and left the ingredients where she found them and got out of the living room to check if there was an intruder, no one was there. A quick glance in the living room mirror and she blacked out again. She wasn't sure that she was hallucinating or dreamt the whole thing. So she told him the truth.

"I don't wanna talk about it. I get a nasty headache just thinking about it. The more I think, the more frustrated I get. I still feel like I'm forgetting something." Barbara rubbed her head injury, thinking.

"Now that you mention it... where is the package that I gave you yesterday?" Marvin queried.

"What package?" Barbara raised the left side of her bushy monobrow.

"The small crate I gave you along with the protection charm." Marvin reminded her.

"Oh that, I left it at auntie's house yesterday." Barbara replied nonchalantly that it made the merchant stand on edge.

"You did what?!"

"Calm down, is only a crate. It's not going anywhere." Barbara brushed it off.

"I entrust you with the crate and you leave it at someone else's house?!" Marvin bellowed.

"What you did here proves that I made the right decision. If I brought the crate here. Either you or another creature would've sneaked into my swamp house to steal it." Not to mention that the crate would have acquired the moldy swamp odor.

Marvin stormed out of her bedroom without uttering a word.

Meanwhile... in the Black Forest where monsters and malevolent creatures linger in every dark corner, ther lies a cave hidden in plain sight. Inside, lived one of the most dangerous goblins in the land. Hob Goblin may not be the biggest nor the toughest, but he certainly was the most crafty among the ne'er dwellers in the dark forest. In his glory days, he was well-known for being a greedy goblin, despite his chubby appearance, he has the strength to break a skull in one hit. His strength was only rivaled by his intellect. In the deep bowels of the cave, there was a small fire. Hob Goblin sat on a stone, kindling the fire, embers flying to and fro. Not far from where he sat, he had an ancient hourglass as grains of sand fell to the bottom. "Your time is running out, Marvin. If you don't bring what I ordered before nightfall, I will crush your skull." Hob Goblin said before crushing a goblin skull to pieces. "If you show up even one second late, you sealed your fate." The fire illuminated his oblong jaw and bald head.

Barbara entered into Marvin's caravan, though he gave her the silent treatment on their way to Dreadsville. The silence became unbearable, the only change was that Marvin stood up to eat bread and drink ale. Barbara looked out of the window to see the trees pass, the dark tree trunks from Croaker Swamp to the green grassy field away from the swamp. Galloping was heard, but no neighing. Not to mention that there was no horse in sight. When she looked back at Marvin, she saw that he cleared out the crumbs from his mustard tunic and chugged on the ale and drinked it down to the last drop.

What are you hiding, Marvin? Barbara knew Marvin well enough to know that he wasn't his usual jovial self.

He belched before dragging out a barril full of beer to drink a little more. Or on his case, to help him come up with a plan. So far, nothing came to mind.