“What is this?” he demanded fearfully but the witch did not answer. She turned towards the cauldron holding her hands out towards the pot as she advanced toward it slowly. Her head dropped back and he could see her eyes had rolled back in her head. He felt the air around them stir as if someone had opened the cabin door but it remained firmly closed. The movement of the air grew stronger and he felt the wind in the cabin begin to pull at his clothes. The temperature dropped quickly and the windows began to frost up. As if watching time accelerate rapidly, he watched the frost quickly turn...