I portalled back to the playground in Holland. It was night here and all was quiet and still.

"Sienna?" I warily studied my surroundings because this had to be a trap.

"No." Mohawk Witch stepped out of the shadows. Her spikes were green now and she was wearing cargo pants and a ripped sweater. She had freckles across the bridge of her nose. "I'm Miriam."

Tell me your name, establish rapport. Nice try, but I don't trust you. "What do you want?"

She ...