A/N:
I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long!!! I've been in Poland for two weeks and I'm still going to be here for another week. I couldn't find any good WiFi that would actually SAVE the chapter, and it kept deleting itself. But I have FINALLY found good WiFi at my uncle's house—he lives in Poland (obviously)—and that's how this chapter has been published! :)

And again, I'm really really really really really really really really really really really sorry for not updating in so long!

~Shadow

Daphne's POV:

I poked my head out the door, glancing around quickly, and then shut it again. "Morgan. Mordred," I told Ember.

She nodded and played along to our current act. "I know you want to give them justice for what they did to you, but... Give it time."

"I'll just talk to them," I insisted. "Well, talk to them rudely. Very rudely."

She stifled a laugh. "Okay." She glanced up at the ceiling. "Brother, hear that? We're going to see Morgan and Mordred le Fay. And we want quiet time with them. No listening in."

I gasped in surprise as the floor opened under us and we fell. I suddenly remembered Wonderland and the promise I'd made to Analia. I'd have to find a way to speak to Sabrina.

The two of us dropped onto a cold, damp floor of stone, and Ember said quietly, "We have seven minutes."

"Seven? Why not five or ten?"

"Because seven is Erift's favorite number."

I frowned, remembering Mr. Seven. (And the author frowns too, remembering 707 from Mystic Messenger.) "Fine. We have to hurry." I then looked around and scowled more when I saw that the cell in front of us looked like the one Tobias had been in all that time ago.

I walked over quickly to the bars, holding onto them with my hands and staring in, seeing only darkness.

"Morgan? Mordred?"

For a terrible moment no one answered, but then a spark of green appeared in a dark corner, and I could make out Morgan le Fay's face.

"Daphne?" She looked astonished. "What are you doing here?"

"We have six minutes now," I told her quickly, "until they're listening again. This"—I pulled Ember forward—"is Ember, Erift's twin sister, but she's good. We're planning to rescue you!"

"You're— What?"

I grinned genuinely and asked, "Where's Mordred?"

"Sleeping," she replied, shining the green light in her hand towards the floor, revealing a flopped down Mordred, snoring softly. "We don't get much food, and the only thing he has to do here other than eat is to sleep, so that's what he does."

I smirked despite the situation.

"Four minutes," Ember warned.

I started speed-talking, explaining everything that had happened since the two witches were gone. By the time I was done, we had a minute and a half left.

"Why can't you use your magic to get out?" I asked as soon as I was done.

Morgan blinked for a second, taking a moment to process everything I'd just told her—including Puckabrina. Then she said, "The bars are iron. They're basically magic resistant. I can do small spells like this light spell, but otherwise..." She shrugged and sighed.

I also sighed. "Truth or Dare was so much easier..."

Morgan looked confused. "What does Truth or Dare have to do with... You know what, I'm not even going to ask. What's your plan?"

"We've gotta earn Erift's trust," I said. "And I need to find a way to talk to the rest of my family. I'll try to use Celeste, but she hasn't been working ever since she glowed strongly that once..."

"Try to arrange another meeting with me," Morgan said. "I think I'd be able to conjure up a spell that'll let you talk to them."

"Okay. I'll try."

"And time's up," Ember said.

I quickly put an angry expression on my face and yelled to Morgan, "I can't believe you!"

She seemed to understand what was going on, and retorted, "How could you leave your family like this?!"

I scoffed and made a show of stomping away from her, at the same time wishing desperately for one of Puck's secret tunnels that led to a private beach.

Or ice cream.

Ice cream would be nice right about now.

Veronica's POV:

Henry and I walked into the living room to see everyone hugging while Pinocchio slept on the couch.

Henry stepped forward when he saw Puck and Sabrina, but I put a hand on his arm and pointedly looked at Puck's heartbroken expression as he buried his head in Sabrina's shoulder.

Henry muttered something about unfairness and walked over instead to Jake and Briar, who were both grinning widely.

"I see you two are back together," I commented, also smiling. It was wonderful to see Jake this happy again.

The two giggled—yes, Jake giggled—and Briar gave Jake a small peck on the lips.

Sabrina's POV:

I pulled away from Puck and gently took him by the hand to lead him upstairs, determined for him to tell me exactly what was wrong. He seemed to close up around other people.

I shut the door to my room and flopped down on the bed, Puck flopping down next to me.

"You okay?" I asked, staring at the ceiling.

"Y—" He paused. "No."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Kind of."

"You sure?"

"No."

I stifled a small laugh despite the situation and took his hand, all the while still focusing on the ceiling.

After a few minutes of silence, I propped myself up on my elbow and turned to him, slowly leaning in—

"We should look for Alice, right?" Pin's voice carried down the hall. "I think I might have an idea of where she—" He stopped as he walked into my room. "Um, never mind. I'll come back next time."

I rolled my eyes and stood up off the bed. "Where do you think she is, Pin?"

He narrowed his eyes at being called by his nickname, but sighed and led us back downstairs to the living room.

Time to hit the books.

<<*Spongebob dude voice* A few hours later...>>

"Ugh! I give up!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in resignation and frustration. "There's NOTHING!"

Puck had fallen asleep an hour ago, curled up on the floor with a book titled The Wonders of Wonderland open on his face.

I snorted in laughter and pulled the book away, looking at the page it was open onto. The chapter was called The Many Magical Creatures of Wonderland.

The usual. I sighed and handed the book to Pin so he could put it back on a shelf—and a slip of yellowed paper fluttered out of the back of the book.

I quickly reached over and grabbed it before it even got to the ground, my heart pounding.

"What is this?" I wondered aloud, staring at the postcard. Well, it looked like one, but it was...odd.

On the front was a picture of a large, stone building, surrounded by an empty plot of land, which was covered in tall weeds and obviously hadn't been taken care of in a long time.

I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering why someone would want a post card of that, then flipped it over. The writing on the other side was in cursive—so fancy I could barely read it, full of curlicues and swirls—and there were small ink blots here and there, so it had most likely been written with a quill.

I frowned and began to read:

Dear ——, (the name was illegible thanks to the weathered and faded paper)
We hope you had —— lovely time during —— stay, though we also —— that you never —— back. We say that kindly, —— course. Here —— our address , in case you need us again.
736 West Enoivel Road, ——, New York
Best of wishes,
——

I looked up slowly and started shaking Puck awake. "I think we've got ourselves a lead."