"What are you doing here?" I snapped.
"It's a public place! I can be here, in Central Park, if I want to! Now what did you do with everyone else in the park?" Reagan yelled.
"What do you mean, what did I do to everyone else in the park? The only person I've seen since I got here has been you," I said, calming down a bit.
"Well something must have happened, Natalie? You're the only other person I've seen," Reagan was now very confused.
"I think we should get out of here, now," I said slowly.
"Yeah," Reagan agreed. "You go that way I'll go this way."
"No, I don't like it, but I think it's best if we stay together, strength in numbers and all that," I argued.
"I think you're right," Reagan agreed. "But which way should we go?"
"Hmm, well I came from that way," I said pointing, "and there was nothing, so maybe there would be some hints the other way."
"Okay, but get out your dart gun, just in case."
"I don't have it with me," I said sheepishly.
"What?" Reagan asked. "Check your purse."
I checked and listed off the items, "Lets see, compact, note pad, pen, rubber chicken. Wait, rubber chicken? How did that get in there?" I pulled it out, and put it in the nearest trash can while Reagan smirked. "Let's just go."
We walked in silence for a wile. After about ten minuets we came around a corner just to see...a giant ice cube. It was about as tall as us and twice as wide. "What is that doing in Central Park?" Reagan asked.
"Maybe some ninjas put it in here?" I suggested.
"Yeah, Natalie, that'll happen," Reagan rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, but it could be a clue."
"Yeah, lets through some sand on it to see if it melts," Reagan said as she bent down and grabbed some sand off the trail.
"Ewww, I'm not touching that. It's probably covered in poor people germs," I wined.
"Fine," she dropped the sand and wiped off her hands. "Let's just keep going then, but look carefully as we go around."
"I'm not a dolt you know," I picked my words carefully
"Oh, ha ha," she said sarcastically.
"I thought it was funny," I muttered.
After about five minuets of arguing and walking we came across another strange phenomenon, a monkey singing Britney Spears. That's not all, guess who the background singer was, none other then Jonah Wizard. They were on a giant stage with a row of audience chairs in front of it, in the chairs was only one little girl. "Dad!" Reagan called, then ran up to the little girl. I was now seriously confused. Why was Reagan calling a little girl "Dad"?
"Natalie come here!" Reagan called.
Without any other option I walked over to them. "Hi, I'm Natalie, what's your name little girl?" I asked the girl that couldn't be over 7 or 8.
"What do you mean 'little girl'?" she bellowed in a voice of a middle aged man. "I, EISENHOWER HOLT, IS NO LITTLE GIRL!"
I was getting very scared now. I looked around for an explanation. What I saw almost made me faint, Ian was dancing. In a tutu. A pink tutu. I kept looking around for something to explain all of this, but I saw another impossible thing. My dad, Vikram Kabra, was kissing a women who was not my mother. No it was Mary-Todd Holt!
I heard shaking coming from my left. I looked and saw a giant coming toward us, but not just any giant, Amy.
I looked around at all of them again. Jonah singing back up for the monkey, the little girl that kept going on that she was Eisenhower Holt, Ian in a tutu, giant Amy, and my dad and Mary-Todd make out. The world started swimming. I felt so dizzy. The images of these impossible things flashed before my eyes. Until I fell.
I awoke in a cold sweat and ran to the nearest mirror. Jade eyes, shaggy blond hair, ninja pj's. I was still Dan Cahill.
"A dream where I'm Natalie Kabra?" I said out loud. "I really gotta stop eating Cheetos before bed."
