(//suicide mention)

"I loved him...my little g-ghost b-boy-"

Jayla, who Ryan and Dallon had found out later after getting sprayed was the witch, spoke about her son and husband. The two had no idea how to comfort her, so they just drank their tea quietly, acting like therapists for the poor lady.

"-Your-Ghost-Boy-, how old was he?"

"Only ten." She wiped her tears away. By now her eyes were red and puffy, and her nose was pinker than ever.

She got herself together fixing her dress.

"But, you young boys said you were here for something else, and I must fulfill your wishes."

Dallon cleared his throat. This would be rather odd to explain, but they had to do what they had to do.

"Uh, yeah. So you might not believe us, but basically were in a different universe cause we found a cat that like put a magic spell on us and we don't know which world we're actually supposed to be in. My b-Ryan, uh, he tracked down where the cat should appear next and it led us here. You seem to be a witch and I dunno why the hell witches are real but we need your help."

Jayla had walked over to her desk once again, looking for something which they hoped would help. she sat back down on her black couch, holding a green paper that contained foreign writing. She sighed at it, disappointed and scared.

"My, my, my. That little rascal. That cat, her name is Fia. My husband had gotten her just after he committed...she's a piece of work, let me tell you. I decided that some spells would be good for her to be a practice subject, but she got into my world swapper potion. I put her in her cage so I could wash her after it wore off, but I guess she couldn't handle it. Now I know that it's not completely safe, so that's a sign to work on it. However, I have three spells to fix it."

Dallon crossed his legs, leaning on the arm of the couch and biting the skin that made his lips.

"Which one will get us back to normal?"

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Left a few BIGGG hints here.