Sabrina scanned her surroundings. She was lying in the suddenly well-manicured Ferryport Landing Cemetery. The moon was in the sky and her sister and Charming were next to her. She took a deep breath and waited for the sound of an approaching army to break the silence. After a few moments, all she could hear were crickets chirping in the grass. She sat up and took a deep breath, enjoying the clean, crisp air in her lungs. She knew they were home. Charming sat up and rubbed his eyes then turned and looked behind him. Snow White's gravestone was gone. In fact, the trio was lying in an unused portion of the cemetery.
He looked up at the sky
"I think we're back," Daphne said.
"It appears so," Charming replied. "Though what day it is still presents a problem."
Sabrina smiled and scanned the horizon. She spotted a thin trail of smoke rising into the clouds. "Well, let's go ask someone," she said as she scrambled to her feet. She helped Daphne and Charming up and then marched in the direction of the fire. They walked through the forest until they found an old-fashioned log cabin with a thick stream of smoke drifting out of its chimney. Sabrina's heart froze, convinced that they had returned to the days of the American frontier, but then Charming pointed out the fancy new sports car parked in the driveway.
"We're back where we're supposed to be," he said. "That's the latest model. I had one on reserve before I lost my job."
Charming pounded on the cabin's door, demanding a ride to town, but he only managed to terrorize the homeowner who hid and swore he'd call the police if the filthy man and his "ragamuffin children" didn't get off his property. Sabrina was so angry she could have kicked the prince. If he'd just knocked like a normal person and asked nicely, the three of them might have already been on their way back home. Apparently three months in a doomsday future hadn't stripped Charming of his sense of entitlement.
"Then at least tell me what day it is," Charming demanded.
"I'm calling the cops right now, you lunatic!" the man shouted back.
So they were forced to walk. Sabrina's feet were already killing her from her previous trek into town. As for Charming, he was mostly quiet, though he spent much of the trip attempting to make his tattered clothing and ratty hair presentable.
Several hours later, the trio arrived at Granny Relda's. The house was a very welcome sight, but Charming stopped the girls before they could run inside.
"We should get our story straight," he said.
Sabrina was stunned. "What story? We went into the future. We need to warn everyone about what is going to happen."
"Child, are you really going to go in there and tell everyone you love that they are going to have tragic futures? Your uncle murdered, Canis a savage beast?"
"It is kind of a downer," Daphne said. "But what choice do we have?"
"You have the choice to say nothing," Charming said. "Listen, you have to trust me on this, because I've had a lot longer to think about what I'd do when I got back than you two. The three of us know things. I know exactly how Snow dies. I know who kills her. If I tell her, and word gets out that she knows, I can't prevent the killer from changing his plan. But if I can stop the murderer on the day it occurs, I can stop it from ever happening. You can do the same thing. Do you understand?"
"I don't know," Sabrina said. "We need to tell them. Together we can all work on it."
"Sabrina, it's best if we keep this to ourselves. We can work in the shadows. We can fix things without anyone knowing."
Sabrina looked into Charming's eyes. They were filled with worry, but she could tell he truly believed that sharing what they had seen could lead to bigger problems. Should she trust him? Charming had always been a bit underhanded, and it was no secret that he disliked her family. But he had always been honest.
"Daphne and I can't fix the things that happen to our family on our own," Sabrina said.
"You won't have to," Charming replied. "I'm going to help. Together we're going to fix everything we can, including waking up your parents. I have resources that can help make that happen. I can also give the two of you all the time in the world to find those stolen items. We have to fix everything, girls. Everything! But we can't let anyone get in our way, even if they mean well. Sabrina, you have to trust me."
"I don't know if I can," Sabrina said.
"Then fine! Go in there and tell that fairy boy of yours that you are married to him in the future," Charming said. "Or I can for you if you're so set on sharing."
Sabrina stopped in her tracks and turned to the former mayor. "You wouldn't."
"If we tell, we tell everything," the former mayor said.
She could already feel her face turning red with embarrassment.
Charming laughed. "How does that song go?
Sabrina and Puck, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love--"