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The witch looked at the skeleton with a frown and sighed because it wasn't saying anything.

"Come on, what can you tell me? Where did Karl and Matthew go?"

He still didn't provide an answer. Instead, he went down on one knee.

"What the hell?" The witch exclaimed.

"Marry me." It tried to say.

The witch gave a nervous laugh, then reversed the spell, taking back the life force from the skeleton.

"Great, just great. April, if you were here, this wouldn't have happened." The witch mumbled, breaking the connection she now had with the thing.

"That's the last time I use this damn spell, but that's what I get for using a world war I soldier who only has the war on his mind. And I even messed the damn spell up."

"April!" the witch yelled. The cat appeared on the bed, yawning and stretching.

"Where were you?" The witch asked, hands on hips, right foot tapping.

The cat meowed and cleaned herself.

"Fine, don't answer." The witch turned away from her cat, so she could walk around her room, contemp