A week has passed since Weirdmaggedon happened and Bill was 'defeated.' Everyone had already gone back to their normal lives under the 'forget-about-it' movement that was input. You did the same though it was less normal than everyone else's. You have a reputation around the town as a witch. Cliche, yes. Untrue, maybe. You suppose it stemmed from the potions and herbal recipes you tend to make for others. Or possibly from the fact that you live in the middle of the woods in a small house made of mainly wood. Either way, when Bill shows up at your doorstep looking worse for wear, you figure the only thing you can do is help him....But then what?