She pretty much stopped believing in any kind of magic at all the minute Joe died in her arms; she's spent the years in between then and now hardening herself to all the fucked-up things life likes to throw at the unsuspecting masses. But the second she sees Beth and Junior and Spike just disappear in front of her eyes...

There's magic and then there's magic. Her dog of a brother spent most of his days back when they were growing up doing that goddamn dime-store variety of magic: levitating, getting out of handcuffs, pulling shit out of hats. This is magic on a whole different level.

Little Beth hiccuping softly in her sleep is the only thing that gives away their location. Reaching out, she fishes blindly for where she thinks they must be, meeting only air.

"That's fucking unreal. Take it off again. I want to look at it."