Okay, DJ thinking she's going crazy. After all, who could walk from The Netherlands to the United States? And didn't Anne Frank die? It were questions she felt like asking, but didn't.
Anne started to look around the room, and then noticed DJ's alarm clock. "What is that?" She asked. DJ understood. In the forties, there were no alarm clocks. Someone had to wake you up, or you had to be independent and wake yourself up.
"This is an alarm clock." DJ said. "You program a time in it and it wakes you up at that time. It'll beep." Then Anne looked at DJ's copy of her diary. "Where'd you get that? It says it's my diary, but I don't remember ever having it published."
Anne started to look through it. DJ finally came to her senses and noticed Anne was in black and white. Her Jewish star was the only thing in color. It started getting sunny, and she noticed outside the person being called "Hanneli".
"I think you're attractive," DJ said, then adding, "How could you walk across the ocean? I mean, it's impossible, isn't it?" Anne looked at DJ like she was going crazy. "Nothing is impossible. It is impossible to believe something is impossible, though." DJ was losing her mind. Was not eating making her subconscious do crazy things? There was only one way to find out.
"Would you like to stay for breakfast?" DJ asked. It was to see if she was the only one seeing Anne. "Boy, would I! Tell Miep to make…" "Who's Miep?" "Don't you know Miep? You were reading Kitty, so you should know Miep!" DJ was confused. Now she understood. She was talking about Miep Gies. "Oh, Miep. Anne, you have to understand you're not in Amsterdam. Miep and Bep are in Amsterdam."
Anne looked around. "Why are there two beds and only one person?" DJ then realized that Anne saw Stephanie's empty bed and only DJ was there. "Well, that's Stephanie's bed, and this is mine. Stephanie spent the night at her friend's house." "Is Stephanie your sister?" "Not my only sister. I also have a baby sister named Michelle."
Anne's stomach growled so loud that DJ couldn't hear her alarm going off until the growling stopped. "Okay, let's have breakfast. Except, I WON'T be eating." "Why not?"
"Well, um," No ideas came, until that is, "I have breakfast later than everyone else!" It wasn't perfect, but would have to work. Then her alarm started going off again. The time it started going off the first time, she must have hit snooze. She unplugged her alarm to make the beeping stop.
"Come on," DJ said, "Before Joey gets all the pancakes." "Is Joey your brother?" Asked Anne. "No, he's my dad's friend from college. Than there's Becky my aunt, her husband Uncle Jesse, Michelle, Stephanie – well, Dad still has to pick her up – and finally me and Dad." "What about your mom?" DJ's eyes grew big and watery. "I'll tell you later."
At breakfast, everyone heard the Dutch way to say hello. They didn't recognize the voice.
They looked up, and saw a girl a little older and taller than DJ. Surprisingly, the only thing in color on her was a star. A Star of David. When did DJ hang out with Jews in black and white?
"Hi everybody!" Anne called in a happy-go-lucky voice. "Hi," everyone said in unison, except Michelle. She was too busy pouring maple syrup in her mouth. Then she looked up. "Hey DJ, who's your friend? And why is she wearing a star? Is she catching stars?" Anne looked at Michelle, and a smile formed on her face. She walked over to wear Michelle sat. "You must be Michelle," she said, pinching her cheeks.
"You got it, dude," Michelle said, putting up her thumbs. Anne laughed. Danny stood up. "DJ, why is a Holocaust victim doing in my kitchen, scuffing up my floors?" He pointed at Anne's feet too find her not wearing shoes. "Wearing shoes would give away where I'm hiding." Anne said.
"Okay," Joey said. "Sorry, Deej, and Anne, Anne," He tried to finish his sentence, but was dumbstruck. "Anne Frank?" Anne finished for him. "Yeah, that." Everyone remembered where she looked familiar. Michelle started laughing. "Michelle," Becky said, "It's not polite to laugh at your guests." "But Becky! Her middle name is a boy's name!" She continued laughing.
Anne's expression changed to one of anger. "Frank is my last name. My middle name is Marie. And, actually, my first name is Annaliese, but I'm known as Anne." "DJ, can I have a word with you?" Danny asked. "Leave me out of it." Joey said. "Me two." Jesse said. "Me three." Becky added. "Me eleven." Michelle implied. "Hey Shorty," Uncle Jesse said. "You mean 'me four.'" Michelle added, being very annoyed, "Don't blame me, I can't count!"
Anne laughed. "Your little sister is SO cute!" "Anne, I think you should stay out of this." Danny said. He seemed a little annoyed. "DJ," he said after everyone left the kitchen. "How did Anne Frank, someone how died in the forties and this the nineties, get here?" "She walked."