Agatha and Sophie were pulled into a new mystery class - together. Sophie, though, was in a different side of the room, far from Agatha. Agatha was unconscious in her seat, as if in a deep sleep like Sleeping Beauty's. Agatha's raven-black hair rested on the arm of her seat, and her left arm was hanging from her seat, limply. Sophie gasped, and her supposed shout was let out a whisper, "Agatha-" and was cut off by a dark shadow hissing, "You are never a beautiful girl in this world." in front of her. Beyond the shadow, a beautiful woman, she perfected everything, she had blood-red lips (like Snow White's.), smooth, fair skin, perfect posture, blonde wavy hair, but that woman shot her finger straight towards Sophie's face, finger glowing green, Sophie was soon trapped in her own mind, staring at her own mother's face. Agatha, too had experienced the same, only a handsome man who she suddenly heard him whisper, "I am your father."