Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

I want one thing I can point to and say, 'that is good, and it's a part of me.'

A devious spark lit through Al, making me smile. One way. It costs too much, he said. “There’s no inflation in the ever-after, Al.” Call it a recession then. One way.

Somehow I found him. Somehow I found Al's sarcastic thoughts, bitter and old. Tired, angry, bored. Alone.

Join us next time for Days of the Undead when Rachel learns her long lost brother is really a crown prince from outer space.

Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?

I turned back to the mirror, seeing that there were no lines on it. It was empty. "What happened to my mirror?" I said, bewildered. Then realizing that I was looking at the back of the dumb thing, I swore and turned it over.