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dies!” Jonah chimes in.
    Sure, that he remembers.
    Snow winces. “Ouch. That’s awful.”
    Frances nods. “That sounds like something Prince Trevor would make her do. It’s the rock all over again.”
    “He threw a rock when he was two! Jonah used to EAT rocks when he was two.” I shake my head. “I have to fix Snow’s story.”
    “Don’t worry about me,” Snow says. “I’ll be fine. You two have to get home, anyway. Your parents are going to worry.”
    “No, you can’t leave now,” Bob says. “It’s already dark out. It’s way too dangerous. You’ll stay here tonight.”
    “I guess you don’t have a car to drive us home in?” Jonah asks.
    “We have Yopopa,” Bob says. “Our horse.”
    “He’s a genius,” Alan adds.
    I can’t help but giggle at the horse’s name. And also: Can a horse be a genius? People, yes. Me, maybe. A horse named Yopopa? Doubtful.
    “What’s a car?” Tara asks.
    “It’s a horseless carriage,” I say.
    Frances narrows her eyes. “Are you sure you’re not a witch?”
    “Yes,” I say. “But I don’t even think a car — or Yopopa — could get us home.” Who knows what will? Who knows what’s even happening at home? I glance down at my watch. It says 12:15 A . M . How is that possible? It was just before midnight when we got sucked into the mirror. And we wandered around for at least a few hours. Maybe the watch stopped because the battery ran out? Or maybe the watch stopped because time has stopped at home. Well, why not? It makes as much sense as anything. When we finally get home, it will be the same time as when we left, and Mom and Dad won’t have missed us at all. Perfect!
    I look through the window and see that it is pretty dark outside. And scary. And anyway, I can’t leave without figuring out how to fix Snow’s story. I just can’t. It wouldn’t be fair.
    “Are you sure you have room for us?” I ask. I don’t want to impose.
    “Of course,” Alan says.
    Hello, fairy-tale slumber party! “Then we’ll stay.”
     
    “Jonah,” I whisper angrily a few hours later. “You just kicked me in the face!”
    Unfortunately, what Alan forgot to mention was that Jonah and I would have to share a bed.
    My feet are hanging over the edge, and my brother’s feet are way too close to my mouth. We’re sleeping on opposite ends of a mini-dwarf-sized bed in Snow’s room.
    How am I supposed to sleep like this? And I need to sleep. I’m so very tired. I’ve been up for at least a zillion hours. Okay, I’m exaggerating. Actually, I don’t know how long I’ve been up since my watch stopped. But I know I need to get some rest if I’m going to be able to come up with a plan to fix Snow’s story. And then get us home.
    “Sorry,” he says. He turns. And tosses. And turns. And tosses. “I’m not tired. Can we go exploring? I want to see crocodiles. And dragons. And pirates. And —”
    “Shush,” I tell him, motioning to the bed next to ours. “Snow’s sleeping. And you should be asleep, too. And no, we can’t go exploring. We have to figure out how to fix Snow’s story. And then we have to figure out how to get home.”
    “You don’t need to fix my story,” Snow declares. “I’m fine here.”
    “You’re up,” I say. “Did we wake you?”
    “I’m not a great sleeper,” Snow admits. “Ever since …” Her voice trails off.
    “Since what?” Jonah asks.
    “Since my father died,” she says softly. Even in the dark, I can see the sadness on her face. “My mom died right after I was born, so I never really knew her. My dad remarried and then he died a few years later. And Evil Evelyn never liked having me around.”
    “What was it like living with Evil Evelyn?” I ask.
    Snow sniffs. “She just ignored me. The castle had a lot of staff, so someone else would help me with my meals and clothes and things. And then one day she started glaring at me. I guess that’s when the mirror told her I was pretty.”
    I sigh. I feel SO bad for