"Okay, well—" Margo said, panicked, pressing her hand on her forehead as they watched Holly walk out of the barn. "Where is she now, Bert?"

"One second," Bert said, taking off the glasses to rub his eyes again.

"Was that... me? Lying there?" Robin said, haunted by the image of his dead body on the floor.

"Well..." Margo responded hesitantly, seemingly disturbed by the lookalike as well. "They... had to break her heart somehow, it seems," Margo said, sending Robin an awkward glance, "All to build that egotistical asshole some sort of armor... but it's reassuring to know your brother didn't actually kill you to do that." Margo rambled while running her fingers across her clenched teeth in thought.

"But why break her heart, if it makes her magic weaker?" Robin asked, seemingly overwhelmed with questions about the situation they were dealing with. "Why not just add the piece of her heart as it was to the armor? Why break it again?"

Margo shook her head, hesitating before answering. "I'm not sure. Maybe because there was a risk of the wind blowing through the metal and overturning Hank's magic? Holly's enchantments would be stronger than Hank's sorcerer's power, broken heart or not... but... then they would have to have known she would have made you a whistle necklace before sending you... Unless... it was not always their plan to break her heart?" Margo shook her head and let out a sigh, her thoughts trailing off. "I don't know. I need to find out his plan and get rid of that bastard once and for all. I'm tired of dealing with this guy—"

"Robin, did your brother hint at anything to you about what they were planning with all this?" Bert asked, interrupting Margo's ramble.

"I don't—" Robin said, shaking his head. "He's been such a jerk these last couple of days, I haven't been paying attention to all he has been saying outside of the disrespectful comments... I'm sorry."

Margo snorted before she continued to hum in disappointment as she resumed her pacing across the forest floor.

"He did try to warn me about Holly, though, said that she could easily 'become who she once was.'"

Margo let out a sigh, "Yes, I can see they want to try a similar stunt as they did last time... but obviously on a bigger scale..." Margo grumbled as she let out a groan. She turned and began kicking a tree nearby as she let out a small yell in frustration.

"Will they be after you next, Margo? Since they know you are her friend?"

Margo let out a deep breath as she glanced at Bert and shook her head.

"It's unlikely they would target me. The sorcerers that have been targeted so far have been the ones who are unattached, shall we say? Since Bert's my husband and holds my heart, and I his, it would be hard to get one of us to give it up. Additionally, if they tried to kill one of us, it would destroy a heart stone they could use. He would have something different planned to get to us—if they even plan to target us, that is."

"Hey, Margo, I found her!" Bert yelled, interrupting their conversation and pulling back out the broken eyeglass. The image of Holly trudging through the rain suddenly appeared in the mirror in front of them.

"I'll go get her," Margo declared. "Bert, take Cookie and Robin back to Sunshine Acres. I'll meet you both there," she insisted, passing the shivering Nanahound over to him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Margo quickly tapped her hand to her foot, practically jumping through her magic to chase after Holly. As soon as Margo disappeared, the mirror faded in front of them, giving Robin a quick glimpse of Margo running up to a drenched Holly before it slipped away.

"Come on, Robin," Bert said, extending a hand to Robin, who still lay in the pine needles on the forest floor, as Robin began to feel the first few trickles of rain land on his shoulders. Bert tapped his heel with his palm, making a circle before pulling Robin after him into the parlor of Sunshine Acres.

The moment after they stepped into Sunshine Acres, Margo appeared in the house's doorway with a dazed and sopping-wet Holly at her heels.

"Holly—" Robin breathed in relief, quickly running over to her. Guilt and worry simultaneously surged through his veins as he looked her over, searching for any sign of injury. Carefully, he lightly rubbed at the remaining blood on her hands that had not yet been washed away by the rain to search for any underlying wounds.

Holly only stood and watched him, her face emotionless.

Robin put his hands on her face, searching for any injuries there. "Holly, are you okay? Can you hear me?" Robin asked, looking closely at her face as her grayed eyes continued to stare at him blankly. At his words, he thought he might have seen a flash of sadness behind them, but it was so brief Robin could have been imagining it.

"She doesn't respond to me either," Margo said, going into the kitchen to grab the two kitchen towels that hung below the sink. She reentered the room, using one of the towels to squeeze her long braid that sat over her shoulder, and handed Robin the other towel.

As soon as Robin let go of Holly's arm to take the towel from Margo, Holly turned from him to walk over to the fireplace, sitting before the dwindling fire that had been left behind when Otto had pulled Robin through the portal earlier that day. She began slowly,y attempting to warm her damp hands.

"Here, Holly," Robin called gently, following after her as he bent down beside her, offering her the towel. "You should dry yourself off. You might catch a cold."

Holly glanced up at him, her eyes still seeming distant and cold, but she seemed to understand what he said. Carefully, she took the towel from him before standing and walking up the stairs.

Robin and Margo exchanged glances, and Margo quickly followed her up the stairs.

"Wait down here," Margo commanded from the stairway, quickly following after the hollowed sorceress.