The funny thing about sleeping spells is that half the time you're not actually sleeping. You are drifting, wondering where you are, and what it is that you were supposed to be doing, before drifting back to sleep again. That was how I ended up catching that we were travelling on a broom (doesn't really narrow it down though), at very high speed, towards the moon (though that really could be anywhere).

The sleeping spell wore off eventually. I could feel a bag over my head. But it was soft. And baby blue. And it smelt like vanilla.

"Topher! What are you doing!"

"You figured it out. Good job, sis."

The bag, or pillowcase, was lifted off my head.

"What did you do that for?"

I was sat in a dark room, old, and in shambles, but plastered in depressing music posters.

"What do you think Circe? Perfect for Gerad?"

"So this was all part of your stupid plan, then? To kidnap your sister, scare her half to death, and bring her to an abandoned house because you are a bleeding heart and want to give a DEMON a good life?"

"Don't be stupid, you weren't scared, you were under a sleep spell."

"So why doesn't Riley have to be kidnapped, huh? You trying to get in her good books so you can be her boyfriend, huh?"

I saw Riley blush, but I didn't care.

"I knew that Riley would agree with my plan easily enough. You had to be kidnapped because your sisterly urge o disagree with everything I say would have prevented you from attending our little party."

"So what is this anyway? Why did you need us?"

"Because our spell needs three people."

"So when do we start?"

"Now."

"And what if I decide to not help?"

"You don't have it in you to do that.""What makes you think that?"

"Nothing. I know it."

"So-"

"ENOUGH!"

…

"Let's just get on with it."