Note: this is supposed to be somewhat humorous. I know it's stupid. I don't need you to tell me that.

Here I sit, same as ever it seems. The doctor doesn't need me, so I'm locked in my room. He wants to make sure I can't escape again. The view out the single window in this tower never changes. And if it ever did, I'd know. I've stared down at the town so often I've memorized everything. Every house, every curve of a road, I know. I'm surprised I haven't memorized every cobblestone in the road yet.

I do have one consolation though. From my window, I can see his house, his mansion, his palace. It stands, alone and decrepit, high above the town. The home of Jack Skellington. Jack, the Pumpkin King. The monarch of all Halloweentown. He is vicious when it comes to scaring, but underneath that is something kind and caring, sensitive and sweet. The two sides of my Jack.

The skeleton grin, paired with those deep-set eyes, in that wonderfully bare, shiny skull. Those long, long, legs, oddly reminiscent of a grasshopper, and those thin, gangly arms. All put together in that striped suit. Pure beauty. It's all a part of his irresistible charm.

He may never know how I feel about him, but who knows? You never really know what fate has in store for you, do you? Maybe a stroke of luck will give me a chance. But until that day, I'll just wait up in my room, gazing down at him house, dreaming of some day being his Pumpkin Queen.