Star danced on one foot to the other while the phone rang.

"Come on, come on, come on," she muttered desperately. "Pick up, pick up..."

"Yellooo?" Tom answered, stroking a rabbit and eating a taco. "What's up, Starship?"

"Tom!" Star said urgently. "I need your help. Toffee's... Done something."

"What's happened? Where's Marco?" Tom asked.

"That's the thing..." Star cried. "Toffee, he... I think he's got my wand. I... I don't know, I thought it was a dream... I..."

"Okay, hold on, I'm on my way," Tom said, dropping his rabbit and hanging up. A moment later a firey rip appeared and Tom stepped through, munching on his taco.

"Alright," he said, sitting down on Star's bed. "Explain everything."

-

"So... You're telling me, that without Marco you can't use magic?"

"Yes."

"And now you can't use magic, so you're afraid Toffee's done something to Marco?"

"Yes."

"But your wand is a fake?"

"Yes."

"So you would've be able to use magic anyway, so you don't know if Marco is dead or alive?"

"Yes!"

"But Toffee made you destroy your real wand and it's going to explode?"

"Yes."

"And it might have already exploded?"

"Yes."

"Right..." Tom said, running a hand through his hair. "Right, so, we need to find Toffee and see what's going on with the wand."

"And see what's happened to Marco!"

"Right. Yes. That too."

"But how are we going to get there without my magic?" Star asked desperately, ringing her hands.

"Don't worry," Tom reassured her. "I've got some skills of my own, you know."