As Robbie swung the door to Ethan's room open, he revealed a mess, a warzone of broken toys, books, and scattered clothes. The room appeared empty until there was a faint scratching from under his bed.

She stares at the mess in shock.

Ethan's voice drifted out from under the bed. "Is the scary man still here?"

She quickly hurries over to the bed and peeks under it.

Ethan turned on her with a hiss, eyes burning yellow, and lunged at her arm and missed. His jaggedly pointed teeth, like shark's teeth, snapped together with a horrid clicking sound. Ethan snarled, his skin the ghastly blue of a drowned infant's, bared teeth shining in the darkness.

Robbie was standing outside the door

She squeaks in fear and jumps back.

Robbie walked into the room. "Yeah, so...your brother is probably in Faeryland." He was dead serious. "And there are a few ways of getting rid of changelings," he began, looking uncomfortable. "One old method is to brew beer or cook stew in eggshells, and that will make the changeling comment on the weirdness of it. But that method was for infants who'd been switched--since the baby was too young to speak, the parents knew that the impostor was a changeling and the real parents had to take it back. I don't think it'll work for someone older, like your brother."

She stares at the changeling, confused and more than a little scared.

"Er, the other way is to beat the changeling near to death, until the screams force the fey parents to return the real child. Barring that, you could stick him in the oven and cook him alive." He saved the logical way for last. He scratched the back of his neck. "The only other way is to travel to the faery lands and take him back. Bringing the real child into the home again will force the changeling to leave. But..." He paused, as if on the verge of saying something, only to think better of it.

,, But what? ,,