Pandora, along with the other witches were standing inside a cramped wooden shack, hovering above the murky swamp water, impatiently staring at Cordelia's body on the bed. Moments before, Cordelia stated that she intended to send her soul back to the academy to search for her girls, with high hopes that she could revive them. 

"Oh, God. Are we even safe here?" Coco paced around at the foot of the bed. 

"The Swamp Witch's shack may be a grimy shit hole, but it's definitely secluded," Madison retorted.  

"The only other person that knows it's here is dear Misty, and she's off gallivanting with Stevie," Myrtle commented over her shoulder, her hand still supporting Cordelia's shoulder. Pandora smiled at the thoughts of Misty with Stevie; the two women were simply amazing and adored each other.

"Oh, my poor girls," Cordelia whined, her eyes still sealed shut.

"She's there," Pandora whispered, patting down some of Cordelia's wild blonde hairs. Cordelia struggled to breathe, causing all the women's eyes to momentarily well with tears, worried about their Supreme's well-being. The blonde woman begins jolting about in Pandora and Myrtle's grasps, becoming increasingly restless.

"Something's happened," Myrtle commented with growing concern. Cordelia then began to cry and scream, still wiggling around the bed. Suddenly, her tearful eyes shot open. Hesitantly but quickly, she sat up on the plush duvet, her feet dangling over the edge. 

"I saw them, I saw them, but I couldn't feel them," Cordelia rasped. "I couldn't feel their souls, there was nothing. I couldn't bring them back."

"Oh, shit," Madison whispered, causing all of the witches attention to fall on her. 

"What?" Cordelia questioned, her blonde dishevelled hair falling over her eyes. "What is it?!"

"Um. When we went to the house where Michael was born, we found out he could do this thing. After he kills someone, he can erase their souls. He can, like, burn their soul, so there's nothing left. They don't go anywhere, they're not ghosts. They're just gone."

Cordelia stood up from her spot and walked up to the younger blonde. With an angry look plastered in her eyes, Cordelia struck Madison across the face, causing Madison to scream and fall backwards. Pandora rushed over to Madison in case she fell over, resulting in more harm to fall upon her. "How could you keep this from me? You put all of us in danger!"

"I told you he was the Antichrist! What more did you need to know?" Madison brushed off Pandora's hand around her elbow and squared off in front of Cordelia.

"This will do no good. We can't turn on each other now," Myrtle interjected, stepping between the two hotheaded blondes. 

"Myrtle's right. This will not bring back the girls," Pandora began, pulling Madison away from Cordelia, in case the Supreme felt the urge to slap her again. 

"They're gone, Delia. They're gone," Myrtle whispered, hugging Cordelia's hunching figure. 

"No, there must be something we can do," Cordelia mumbled.

"Maybe there is," Myrtle smiled, looking at Pandora and Mallory. Pandora furrowed her eyebrows and shot Mallory a glance over her shoulder. 

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Myrtle had all the remaining witches sit around the sitting area as she grabbed a fairly large brown book. "Tempus Infinituum, we don't teach it to our students because it's considered a myth," Mrytle explained, reading the article in her hands.

"There has never been a confirmed case of a witch who has it. A girl imbued with this gift is said to have the power to change past events, alter history," Cordelia continued, holding onto Mallory's hand, smiling towards Pandora.

"Wait. Are you saying that these two can travel through time?" Madison looked uncertain. 

"It sounds preposterous, I know. I myself dismissed it as a mere legend until two young Supremes proved themselves in their Seven Wonders tests, Mallory reversed the flow of time, returning it to its youth, and we are all aware of the immense amount of power that flows through Pandora's veins," Myrtle explained.

Pandora zoned out for the rest of the conversation, hearing only snippets. Her thoughts travelled to Michael, thinking of how distraught he must be without Pandora. She did love Michael, even if she only meet him a couple of months ago, and she regrettably longed for his presence. Pandora's attention was drawn back to the current conversation once she heard Mrytle say, "Not only are there no documented cases of a witch successfully executing this power, but the tales of those who tried all end in death."

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Myrtle, Cordelia, Pandora and Mallory were all standing in the bathroom. The two youngest stood to the side, not wanting to interfere with the preparation as they didn't know what to do. Pandora glanced at Mallory's distressed expression and grabbed her hand. "Mal, it's gonna be alright. You're probably the brightest witch I've ever met, besides Cordelia of course, I know you have the capability to do this."

Mallory offered Pandora a weak smile in return. "Thanks, Pa- Dory, I know you can do it too, I'm just worried that something bad is gonna happen, like, if we die there, we won't come back. Doesn't that scare you?" 

"There's no need to fear death when you already know what Hell's like," Pandora grimly responded, sending a shiver down Mallory's spine. 

"I suppose you have a point there," Mallory whispered back, unintentionally squeezing Pandora's hand, thinking back to her Descensum down to her personal hell. Both girl's attention was torn away from each other when Cordelia turned off of the running water to the bathtub.

"February 1913, St. Petersburg. The tricentennial celebration of a Russia united under the Romanovs. A family that, to my mind, marked the historical height of grandeur. There were feasts, operas. Fireworks lit up the night sky. Oh, to be a fly on the wall of the Winter Palace when Olga danced the polonaise with Prince Saltykov. Five years later, the history of the world changed forever."

"That night, the czar's youngest daughter tried to stop it with a protection spell. It turns out, that little Anastasia was one of us. A witch. Her power was not great enough to defy her fate. Perhaps yours are."

"You want to send us back into the past to thwart the Bolshevik Revolution?" Mallory asked.

"We need a dry run. A way to test your powers without the possibility that Michael will learn of it," Cordelia spoke to Mallory before turning to Pandora. "Unfortunately, Michael is already well aware of your powers, dear, but we need you to defeat him, you are stronger than him, Dory, if he has you, he will be unstoppable. Both you and Mallory are the key to protecting the coven and the world."

Myrtle gave Pandora the jewel that belonged to Anastasia, leading the two girls to the tub. Pandora stepped in first sitting down then Mallory in front of her, so she could also hold onto the jewel. "This is an unfortunate case of the blind leading the blind, which I'm sure is of no comfort, considering the risk of failure is death, but here we are." 

"Close your eyes. Take deep breaths. Let my voice guide you both. Shed your ego, disengage from this realm. Focus your energy on the jewel. See the cellar," Cordelia encouraged, placing a hold upon Mallory's cheek, then stroking Pandora's hair. "Stay safe."

"Balneum infinitum. Dona salui conductus," Cordelia and Myrtle repeated this several times. Pandora placed the jewel between Mallory and her palm holding to close to Mallory's chest. The two girls closed their eyes, feeling the cold draft suddenly waft through the room and the viscous bubbling of the water surrounding them. Cordelia suddenly placed her hand upon the girls' shoulders and pushed them under the now black water. 

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Pandora opened her eyes, feeling Mallory's palm still pressed against her own. Mallory pushed herself off of her feet pulling Pandora along with her. Mallory crouched in front of a brunette girl who was muttering to herself. Anastasia. The girl screamed at the presence of the two unusual girls but was soon silenced by Mallory. "Shh. We're here to help you. Do you understand me?" To which Anastasia nodded frantically.

"These men are going to kill you and your family. We know what you're trying to do, but you can't do it alone. Take our hands," Pandora explained quickly, glancing over her shoulder at the group of army men in front of the brunette's family. Anastasia hesitated. "Do you want to live?"

"Yes,"

"You're gonna live, okay?" Mallory grabbed onto both Pandora and Anastasia's hands. All three witched then proceeded in uttering the protection spell - creating a pink haze between the attackers and the victims. The abrupt gunshots interrupted the continuity of the spell, but Pandora and Mallory tried their best to keep the scared brunette calm enough to continue but to no prevail. Mallory stood up, still holding onto both girls' hands, pulling them up with her. "Come on. We're gonna create a way out of here," But before Mallory could do anything to help, she began to fade away. 

"No, no, no, no! Mallory stay with me!" Pandora pleaded, clutching onto Mallory's arm as if it would keep her with her, or take Pandora with Mallory, but unfortunately, neither happened. Mallory had disappeared, nearing being stabbed through the chest, resulting in Anastasia dying instead. Pandora screamed, not knowing what to do in this unfamiliar situation. A soldier turned his attention to the unusual looking brunette girl with a sickening smile, before raising his gun in her direction. Pandora raised her hand in response and quickly flung the gun out of his hand, allowing it to fall in hers. As fast as lightning, Pandora aimed the gun at the man's head and pulled the trigger - a bullet spiralling through the air and into his skull. Pandora quickly raised her hand towards the other men and twisted her wrist. The necks of the men following the action. In unison, the men's bodies fell to the floor, leaving Pandora alone. 

"Shit, shit, shit, what do I do? How do I get back?!" Pandora paced around, avoiding all of the dead bodies. Pandora tried her best to remain calm but found it increasingly difficult in such a foreign situation. Pandora sat down on the rock she came in on and took a steady breath. "Just think of home, think of Cordelia, Myrtle and Mallory. They're all waiting for you, don't leave them waiting. Come on, Pandora. We can do this. You can do this," Pandora's voice grew quieter and quieter the more focused she got. The brunette closed her eyes, and after a minute, she felt as if she were suffocating. The girl opened her eyes and saw nothing, felt nothing, smelt nothing and heard nothing. She was now completely alone, again she did not know what to do, so she simply closed her eyes again and thought of her sisters. 

The next thing she knew she was begging for air, as she rapidly emerged from the black bath water. Pandora attempted to get out of the bath as quickly as possible, not wanting to stay in there any longer. Pandora ended up flopping out of the tub and landing on the hard floor. With blood running out of her eyes, ears and nose, Pandora cried with relief that she was finally back at the Swamp Witch's shack. Cordelia quickly rushed over to Pandora's exhausted figure, picking her torso up and laying it on her lap. "Dory! Thank God you're alive, I thought we lost you," Cordelia mumbled into Pandora's wet hair. 

"I could've done with some guidance on how to get back," Pandora painfully chuckled with tears escaping from her eyes.