It was a gorgeous, sunny Monday afternoon and outside in the grassy fields lay Kayla and her best friend, Lily. They were partaking in one of their favorite things to do together- creating fan art. Kayla and Lily shared many things in common, but the greatest of all was their love for three certain television shows; Supernatural, Doctor Who, and Sherlock. They thought that since Lily could draw and Kayla could paint, together they could blend their talents together to create fan art based on these three shows. They called it "SuperWhoLock". Lily would draw Dean Winchester from Supernatural interacting with Sherlock Holmes and the Eleventh Doctor from Doctor Who. Then Kayla would use her acrylic paints to add color to her friend's drawings. They always turned out beautifully and every new painting they finished had its picture taken and the picture was then posted onto social media. Kayla and Lily waited impatiently for the first likes the picture of their latest masterpiece would get.

Suddenly, Kayla's cell phone rang.

Kayla sighed. "It's my mom. I have to go home, now."

"It's okay," Lily said. "We'll do this again tomorrow."

Kayla smiled and nodded excitedly. She already couldn't wait for this day to end and the next one to come. Tuesday was one of her favorite days, particularly because of Supernatural. Lily and Kayla always made sure they played the same two songs every Tuesday; Heat of the Moment by Asia and Back in Time by Huey Lewis and the News. They would then laugh and one would mimic Dean Winchester's dance moves while the other mimicked Sam Winchester's eye roll. Mystery Spot was one of their favorite episodes of Supernatural and that episode is the reason for all their crazy Tuesday traditions.

Kayla and Lily seemed to read each other's minds as both simultaneously smiled at one another, feeling the excitement of the upcoming Tuesday build up inside them. Kayla then hugged her friend goodbye and climbed into her car. She blasted Kansas' Carry On My Wayward Son while she drove home.

When Kayla arrived home and went inside, her mother immediately inundated her with chores like vacuuming, putting the laundry away, setting the table, and after dinner, washing the dishes. Once Kayla finished all her housework, she turned the television on to see one of her favorite episodes of Doctor Who on. She quickly fetched her phone and texted Lily to tell her that Blink was on. They texted each other back and forth throughout the whole episode, quoting each line as it was said on the TV. Another episode was just about to start, but Kayla's mother interrupted.

"It's time for bed, Kayla. You have a dentist appointment you have to get up early for in the morning."

Kayla sighed. "Yes, I know."

Hesitantly, Kayla pressed the power button on the remote control and the TV turned off. She trudged up the stairs to her room and crawled under the covers on her bed. She started to doze off when she thought she heard someone calling her name.

"Kayla," the voice kept whispering.

Kayla got up, confused, and went to her parents' bedroom thinking perhaps it was one of them calling her. She peeked in and saw them both sound asleep, snoring in the darkness. Puzzled, she returned to her room and climbed back into bed.

"Kayla," the voice called again. This time there were multiple voices echoing her name.

"Who's there?" Kayla asked.

"You call yourself Kayla. Pah! That's not your real name," the voices spat out. "You keep your real name hidden on this world. You disguise yourself. You say your name is Kayla, but we know the truth."

"I don't understand. My real name is Kayla. I'm not in disguise. Who are you? Where are you?"

"Why don't you confess your real name to us? You don't have to hide forever. Unleash yourself to us. Free yourself from the prison cell you've trapped yourself in."

Kayla became extremely frightened. All the voices crowding her head was beginning to drive her insane. "Please go away. Please stop talking. Just leave. Please," she whimpered, clutching her hurting head in her hands. She grabbed the remote control on her nightstand and pointed it at her TV to turn it on to mask all the voices in her head. It worked. Or so she thought. The voices were gone. But so was she.

Kayla looked around and saw what no longer appeared to be her bedroom. Instead she saw what looked like a motel room. Old, shabby curtains hung over the windows on the left side of the room and to the right of her were two beds. The one closest to her still had a body in it and that body, she believed, was still sleeping. The bed further from her had no body still sleeping in it. In fact, that bed had been made, not neatly as if no one had ever slept in it and the maid had tidied it up fairly recently, but messily as if someone had slept in it and tried to make it look nice when he or she got up. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Kayla saw someone walking towards her. A tall, muscular man who seemed terribly familiar cupped his hand over her mouth.

"Shhh, don't wake him up. That's my job," he said as he reached over to the alarm clock on the nightstand in between the two beds. He turned the volume knob all the way over and pushed the on button. The song Heat of the Moment started playing and the familiar face said, "Rise and shine, Sammy!"