The Sisters Grimm
“He’s short and balding and wearing a black suit,” Daphne added. A rosy-cheeked man in the back of the crowd made his way to the front. “I have seen him.” The rest of the Munchkins broke into excited complaints, begging their friend to be quiet and not change the story. He spat on the ground and refused. “It’s best to just get them out of here as soon as possible,” he said. “They’re just like the last fellow. He wouldn’t follow the story either.” “Mirror was here? Are you sure?” “Didn’t ask his name, young lady, but there was a man this way not long ago,” the Munchkin said. “He took off down the Yellow Brick Road in search of the magic door.” “Magic door?” “It pops up at the end of the story. Never seen it myself, but I’ve heard rumors it can take you out of this story and into the next.” Sabrina turned to her sister. “Then we have to stop him. If he gets to the door, who knows where he’ll end up next.” “How do we find this door?” Daphne said. The nervous crowd looked at one another. After several moments of talking amongst themselves, the woman in white stepped close. 12