Hello again, I'm piper fell in the rabbit hole, the writer for this fan fic.

Hope you enjoy this one...

Disclaimer: For the French scripts here I just used Google Translate (.com/) to translate the English conversations to French. So I do apologize if it is the incorrect format.

P.S.

Again, I do not own GLEE or Dalton by CP Coulter. Because they are way too awesome, I mean seriously it changed my life.


RABBIT HOLE

Hole # 2: French, History & Triple Decker PBJ sandwich


So I'm heading off to my first class in Dalton, and as fate would have it I'm going to my very first French class. Now in my high school the only foreign language we study as part of the curriculum is English. If you want to study other languages you have to go outside of school.

I'm not sure why I have this class anyway. I mean, my French is only limited to Bonjour and that French part in Lady Gaga's Bad Romance and Born This Way. If I want to keep my scholarship and have like a 4.5 GPA minimum then I should be good at it.

Wait, what am I thinking? Why am I worried about this? I'm going to wake up anyway and leave this crazy dream world. So I pinched myself. It hurt, but I'm still wearing this totally awesome Dalton blazer. I don't know what am I supposed to do now. I mean I'm in Dalton and I met Wes but I still feel so lost.

I keep thinking this is not real just some dream and people won't like me here. I'm just this middle class child with a fairly good fashion sense. I don't sing in public and I'm very socially awkward. All those thoughts were barraging my mind and I have noticed that there I was standing at the door of a classroom. It had a label. Madam Saint Clair, Le professeur français. Then it had a quote which is in French and oddly enough I could read and understand it. It says:

Bienvenueétranger,

De cepointavantles Françaisneseraentendude votre bouche.
Sibesoin, vousdevezpenser enfrançais.

Si, parcetterèglesimplevous nerespectez pas, vouspouvezpas entrer.

Cordialement,
Saint ClairMadame,
Le professeurfrançais

Which is translates to:

Welcome stranger,

From this point forward only French will be heard from your lips.

If need be you must think in French.

If by this simple rule you don't abide then you may not enter.

Regards,

Madam Saint Clair,

French Professor

I can hear Madam Saint Clair speaking. Oh my God! Classes have started. I would need to enter the room and disrupt the class (which I have no idea how was going to pass since I don't speak French). But, still standing outside the oak door of the classroom like a turd won't help clear things up. So, I decided to knock and open the door.

So I decided to knock and open the door. Madam Saint Clair was standing in front and she was speaking and pointing on the board The word Expressions de la passion pour, which translates roughly to Expressions of Passion for. For some reason, I'm able to understand French. I'm not sure how I came to understand that. She's very tall and slender. Her honey blond hair seems long, although at the moment it's in a bun. She has square spectacles on and she's wearing a white blouse with a tie and navy blue pencil skirt. She was also wearing black stockings and killer 4 inch black pumps. Madam Saint Clair was standing in a low platform, slightly raised from the floor.

"Oui?Comment puis-jevousaider?" she asked me with a raised eyebrow, which surprisingly I understood as "Yes? How can I help you?" To which I answer in French as well, "Oui madame, je suis vraiment désolé que j'étais en retard, Dean Ramsey m'a demandé de passer par son bureau car il est mon premier jour. Elle m'a demandé de vous donner cette note..". Which translates to "Yes ma'am, I'm really sorry that I was late,. Dean Ramsey asked me to pass by her office since it's my first day. She asked me to give you this note.". Whoa I'm speaking French, how the heck was I able to speak French?

While I was walking towards her to give the note, I was freaking out since I just understood and spoke fluent French. As she was reading the note the other students were looking at me. Now I know what Kurt felt when a sea of blazer clad boys would stare at you. It felt as though I was an attraction on the circus. Some of them began whispering at each other and some of them even smiled a bit when I caught their eye. So, I decided to look at the back of the room.

Suddenly a hand waved at me; turning to see who it was I was relieved a bit. It was Wes waving at me, least I have someone who I know of somehow. I flushed a bit as I waved a little. He's really cute. Then Madame Saint Clair said "Je vois, donc votre l'élève change en provenance des Philippines. Heureux d'entendre votre français est vraiment bon.
S'il vous plaît prendre place à côté de M. Hughes à la quatrième ligne. Nous allons discuter de quelque chose plus tard après la classe. Oh avant que j'oublie,".

This translates to "I see. So you're the foreign exchange student from the Philippines? Glad to hear your French is really good.
Please take a seat beside Mr. Hughes at the fourth row. We'll discuss something later after class. Oh before I forget," she turned to the class and said, 'Classe, c'est Piper Almeda. Il s'agit d'un échange d'étudiants étrangers en provenance des Philippines. Il a récemment transféré à Dalton." which means "Class, this is Piper Almeda, He's a foreign exchange student from the Philippines. He has recently transferred to Dalton.". The whole class said "Bonjour". I then replied "Bonjour aussi, Nice vous rencontrer tous. J'espère que vous allez tous avoir un beau matin." which means "Hello as well, Nice meeting you all. Hope you're all having a nice morning.". Whoa I can really speak French well, this is so weird. Madam Saint Clair said "Allez-y, prenez un siège à côté de M. Hughes, et nous allons continuer la discussion."which means "Go on, then. Take a seat next to Mr. Hughes, and we'll continue the discussion." She gestured me to go to my seat. I started to walk to my seat. Some of the students were shooting me some weird looks.

Wes patted the seat beside him. He even pushed the chair backward for me to sit down. He's such a gentleman. "Hey there, never thought I'd bump to you again this soon. You look so young. I thought you were a freshman" he said smiling slightly. "Yeah who would have thought? Oh am I too young looking to pass for a junior?" I asked. "Yeah, just a bit though, and by the way your French is really good" he said smirking. "I only took up this class because my family frequents Paris" he added.

"Whoa! You've been to Paris? It's one of the places I wanted to go to" I said.
And if I were right my eyes were twinkling. "Yeah, it's awesome there but I don't really understand French. So, it could be a drag to stay there at times..." he says wistfully. Then all of a sudden Madam Saint Clair said. "M. Hughes, pourquoi parlez-vous à M. Almeda en anglais? C'est classe de français. Êtes-vous si certains de vos compétences de langue française que vous ne voulez pas écouter plus? M. Almeda semble avoir une connaissance du français languange même si vous avez été ici plus longtemps. Alors, je vous suggère d'écouter pour moi. " she said scathingly, which means "Mr. Hughes, why are you talking to Mr. Almeda in English? This is French class. Are you so certain of your French speaking skills that you don't want to listen anymore? Mr. Almeda seems to have a grasp of French language even though you have been here longer. So I suggest you listen to me." Wes looked quite embarrassed and flushed a bit. Great! My professor scolded me on my first day. Madam Saint Clair continued her lesson and said ""M. Almeda, discutaient sur ce qui vous passionne. Soins de partager votre passion avec nous? Cet exercice est de tester comment est votre français si loin ". Which means "Mr. Almeda, were discussing about what you are passionate about? Care to share your passion with us? This exercise is to test how your French is so far". And so, the lessons have begun.


French Class ended, it was actually one of the most horrifying class I went through, because Madam Saint Clair seemed keen to grill me on my French. She actually asked lots of questions. From where I was from, where did I learned to speak in French and other questions that tend to have long answers, so I was jabbering around in French, My classmates were staring at me with indiscernible expressions (I'm not really sure though since I'm actually bad at reading people's expressions).

When the bell rang Wes and the other students rushed outside and Madam Saint Clair asked me to stay. She gave me a sheet of paper listing all the things that they did and what I would need to catch up:
1.) I would need to submit 3 French essays on the three subjects. Harry Potter, Jane Austen and The Alchemist.
2.) I would need to take 2 oral quizzes and as well as the Prelims exam
3.) I would need to complete a 1000 word term paper about a favorite book.

After that I was so shocked on the amount of workload that I wandered aimlessly on the grounds. I mean seriously the amount of work for one class is staggering I don't want to imagine what the other professors will ask me to do to catch up with there classes.

While walking I saw Wes catch up with OMG! I lost my train of thought because standing with Wes, plain as day were Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson and David Sullivan. Holy s&^$! I'm really in Dalton and Blaine is as dreamy as ever. He's so gorgeous. Kurt's skin is impossibly perfect.

I feel faint and confused and happy and lost which is saying something because all of those feelings came in at once. I feel like my heads and heart is going to explode from all of these. I need to get a Pensieve from Dumbledore or something. I feel my head is going to explode. I decided to sit down on the bench with my hand over my head.

As I was holding my head, I saw Wes talking to them. If I'm really in CP Coulter's Dalton then this might be the first part of the first Chapter where they invite Kurt to their dorm Windsor. Also Kurt would volunteer to help Wes in his French. I also saw Blaine jab Wes and the bumping of fists of David and Wes as Blaine and Kurt started to walk away.

Good Lord! What am I doing here? I mean, it was a really amazing to see it happening before my eyes but I am not supposed to be here. Damn Thalia and the other girls. I need to find them and have them explain everything. I decided to hit the library and search for Greek-y girls with the name Thalia and that Comic mask.

And then, it suddenly hit like a train on a track (from Dog Days are over). I was staring at this marble statue of a girl in a Greek tunic. Holy crap! I stood up from the bench and began to go run to the library. I have forgotten that it's lunch time and probably around the same time that Blaine, Wes and David are asking Mr. Howard to let Kurt stay at the crazy Windsor house.

To give myself time to process what I just thought I have switched to one thing finding out if my suspicions were correct about those girls. So with hunger forgotten I have jogged/walked towards the Archibald Library. Finally I reached the oak doors of the Library.

When I opened the doors, I let out a slightly audible gasp. I mean, the library was pretty expansive. Seriously, it looked as though I was in the Library of Congress. Shelves upon shelves of books are spread across 2 floors. Seriously, a 2-floored library at a school. To a semi bibliophile this is like finding the Holy Grail or maybe even a dodo bird.

There were mahogany tables and also separate individual studying cubicles for students. Currently there were a few students but, from what I'm seeing this library could fit the entire Dalton population. So, I decided to approach the center desk to ask for directions. I saw a stern looking woman shuffling papers on the desk; it was none other than Mrs. Abernathy, the school librarian. From what I can remember she had already banned Dwight from here since he did salt the library and had always been borrowing the book with a pentagram for his exorcising and stuff.

Anyway, I approached her and asked "Uhm good afternoon ma'am. Could you point me to the Greek mythology section please?". "Well just go to aisle 4B and all the books for Mythology are there" she answered without really looking at me. "Thanks" I said and set forth to find the aisle.

After a couple of minutes, I was able to find the 4B aisle. They have, like, a seven- storey shelf filed with books. I feel like I'm in heaven because there are a lot of books I could read here. So, I was actually trying to search for a certain book one of my favorites, Edith Hamilton's Mythology. This book is the reason why I love mythology. After scouring the shelves, I found a hard bound copy of it on the top shelf. I'm pretty tall for a Filipino about 5'10" but, I can barely reach the top shelf. I tried to look for a ladder or something but the aisle doesn't have one. I can't reach the book. I tried to tip toe on my one foot while extending the other. When I try to reach for things I usually have my tongue out a bit, like what we used to do when we were kids. Unfortunately, I was not able to reach it.

There was only one way to reach it, you need to jump for it. Still I was not able to reach it. Then, suddenly, a tall person stood behind me and reached for it. The person tapped me in the back and said "Here you go". When I turned pair of piercing, intense green was looking into mine. I feel like my soul is being searched. Once I got off the shock of seeing such intense eyes the guy looking at me was absolutely handsome. I mean he looks like a freaking Abercrombie and Fitch model. He was really tall with blond hair and a lean body. You could not get any hotter than that then, suddenly, realized who he was. The person in front of me is none other than John Logan Wright III. As a Dalton fan I've seen the fan art and also pics of Aaron Page as Logan. But seeing him in front of me is totally numb inducing.

He was holding out the book to me "I believe you are trying to reach this book?" he said with a slight smirk. "Uh-eh..." I stammered I am currently being melted by his hotness. I mean, damn! He was really gorgeous. "Here you go" he pulled my hand and put the book on it. He looked quite amused. I must be gaping at him. "Thank you for reaching the book, I gotta go. Bye!" I said in a squeaky voice that comes out when I'm scared. Because even though he is totally gorgeous he does have some psychological issues and in this part of the story he isn't taking his medications yet. So sue me. And I started to walk away from him rather quickly.

My heart was beating really fast and I can feel my breathing becoming hard. I mean, I just met Logan. OMG! He's so gorgeous. Anyway, I have to focus. So I sat on the nearest chair and started flipping through the pages. I stopped at the page of the 9 Muses. Then the names appeared together with the details each Muse.

As I was scanning the page about the 9 muses it all came back to me now. The 9 Muses were or are the goddesses who inspire the creation of literature and the arts. They inspire or help writers write stuff basically. I honestly thought they never existed. But who were those girls? I mean am I in a Percy Jackson story crossover as well. Seriously, this is just madness.

Suddenly, the color around me began to fade again. Then, Thalia appeared wearing the same pink Greek Tunic dress. She was wearing her Comic mask necklace yet again. "Took you long enough" she smiled as she sat cross legged on the table, her feet dangling. "So, it's true. Then you girls are the 9 muses?" I said standing up and backing away a bit. "Yup! Hey, why do you look so scared?" she said as she jumped down from the table and started to approach me. "Well, who could blame me? I am talking to one of the Greek Muses, Thalia in particular, the Muse of comedies. I feel like I'm in Percy Jackson" I blurted.

"Oh I do love Rick Riordan. He has such a grasp of our lives. But she should really add us in his future books." she said wistfully. "Don't worry. You're not in THAT world. So, how was your day so far?" she asked. "Before I answer that, since I have found out who you all are, care to explain what the heck I am doing here?" I asked impatiently. They do love to divert answering my questions. It's starting to tick me off.

"Well, I guess so" she said as she sat on the table again. "Go on then. Please explain what is happening. I am literally going insane" I said. "Okay fine. Well, as Muses we have strong magic on any literary works. So we could exist in many different places. Anyway, Clio was here in the Philippines once and she enjoyed her stay here when she talked to you. So, as a favor she found out that you usually dream about seeing what would happen to Dalton if you were suddenly transported there and you're seeing things unfold before your eyes. And it's been a while since Clio asked for anything. So we decided we'll help her transport you here in Daltonverse because it actually takes a lot of magic to transport people. And there you have it" she finished with a flourish.

"When did I talk to the Muse of History?" I asked. "Hmmm, well, it was actually last year. You shared a seat with her at Starbucks at a mall and she was actually having a crummy day. Then she found you were reading an ancient civilization book. You guys talked about World History and she was amazed how you talked about it." She said as she was reading one of the books on the table.

"OMG! That was her? She did say she was going to pay me back for entertaining her" I said. "But I never expected anything of this sort or any payback" I said. "Well, if we do like a mortal we go all out" she said. "So this is your chance to experience this for yourself, plus CP coulter is an awesome writer. I mean how many fans get to experience this? Just enjoy this and it would be up to you if you want to change the course of the story or not. Oh, and by the way we gave you the gift of speaking French since you were wondering how come you were able to speak and understand French. Well, gotta go now. I have people to inspire and places to see. Bye bye." she said and she disappeared with a snap of a finger.

"Hey, wait up! I still have a lot of questions" I shouted. "Shhhhh" Mrs. Abernathy said. "Sorry" I murmured and I went out of the library. I was walking really fast and my heart was beating really fast again. So, I'm really in Daltonverse. I already met Logan and Wes. What would happen if I met the other awesome characters? I would probably revert to a hideous fan girl or just gape at them like an idiot. And I also know what will happen in the future. I mean from the looks of things Kurt would have met the Tweedles and Blaine would probably be talking to Kurt about moving pains and adjusting while the Windsor conspirators are looking on. I remember that Wes said "It's like something out of a Julia Roberts movie". I smile a bit. Although this still feels weird and crazy the fan girl in me is excited.

I decided to eat the triple decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich my godmother gave me while I thought and absorbed all of the things that was happening.


"Wow this is going to be a tight game" Mr. Weller said. The board now reads Reed and Piper 40 points Derek and Logan 1500 points. Okay so if you were wondering what's going on and how did I get into this fiasco here's what happened.

So after lunch I had my first World History class at Dalton Academy, which is totally a tweetable thing right, well I was still processing everything so no I did not tweet anything. Anyway so I was early in class thankfully I was not lost in getting to the room. It was a bit early when I arrived, so there were just a few people in the room when I arrived. I decided to sit in the middle part of the room near the window.

It's my theory that the 2 places in a classroom that are most noticeable is either the back or the front. So if you're new then you should probably take a seat in the middle rows near the window. After taking a seat I looked outside the window. The view from the classroom windows was awesome. I could see the gardens and all the pathways. The weather was great; it was sunny and very cheerful. I was actually soaking in the scenery when suddenly I heard a crash from the aisle. I saw a rumple of strawberry blond hair and a small boy laying flat on his face. OMG! I am currently seeing Reed Van Kamp, the clumsiest and cutest Warbler ever. He really odes look like a person that popped out of a Botticelli painting.

On the Dalton story he's the son of a known fashion editor Hilde Van Kamp and she sends him like tons of runway show clothes EVERY week. I mean that's just totally awesome to have designer clothes every week. He's very kind and caring about others, with his sweet demeanor makes you want to take care of him since he's the most uncoordinated person you'll meet. I mean even a red skittle can cause an accident to him. I mean, seriously?

So I instinctively get up and go to him and say "Are you alright? That fall was kind of bad" looking concerned. "Yeah, thanks, happens all the time" he said as I helped him stand up and brushed his pants. I also help pick up his stuff as well. I saw his sketch pad and was utterly amazed by the illustrations. As he took a seat beside me he said "Your new here right?" he asked. "Yes, it's my first day here" I said simply. He looks so cute I just want to squeeze him like a teddy bear. "Well welcome to Dalton then" he said smiling. "Oh here you go, I really like the illustrations on you sketch pad" I said as I handed him my sketch pad. "Oh thank you" he looked both pleased and a bit embarrassed as he took the sketch pad. He is the cutest person ever. "Ouch!" he exclaimed as he took the sketch pad, he got himself a paper cut. Seriously he's that accident prone. "Oh my I'm really sorry, wait I have a Band aid in my bag" I said. I pulled my bag and got the Band aid and wiped the blood with my handkerchief. You may be wondering how I knew I have a Band aid in my bag. Well ever since I was little my mom would always tell me to bring band aids everywhere I go. So it became one of my habits to put in a pack of band aids in my bag.

"I'm really sorry" I said. "No need to worry, this happens all the time. I hope I did not ruin your hanky" he said. "Oh no need to worry about that, I can just was it later" I said. Then the door opened and I saw my professor walk in.

He was quite tall, almost like Logan. He had auburn colored hair and a good natured face. His eyes were a deep brown color. He looked like someone who laughs and smiles a lot. He was wearing a plaid suit and beige pants with brown loafers.

"Well hello everyone, Good morning" he said as he put his stuff on the table. "His Mr. Vince Weller" Reed said to me as people started to sit down. "Ah I see" I said. "Well we have just finished the Egyptian Civilization so were going to tackle a new lesson today. But first there are 2 things I would like to do. First is I would like to introduce a new student in class. I believe his name is Piper Almeda, is he around?" he asked looking around the room. I tentatively raised my hand. Gosh I hate being the new kid. I mean all the introducing yourself phase is kind of nerve racking.

"Ah there you are, well please tell us something about yourself" he said smiling politely. I stood up and looked around the classroom. I saw all of them were staring intently at me. It feels really awkward. Then I saw a pair of piercing green eyes, again. Good lord! Logan's here as well. He looks at me directly a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Uhm, Hi, my name is Piper and I'm a foreign exchange from the Philippines" I manage to say. "Well Piper any more things we ought to know about you?" Mr. Weller asked. "Uhm I like to read a lot. Especially history and Mythology books" I said. "Ohoh. You'll certainly fit in this class perfectly." He said beaming at me and he gestured for me to sit down. "Okay so since were done with that. The second thing is that we're going to play a game today so that what we can review what we have discussed" he said enthusiastically. He seems to be emitting sunshine in every part of his body. I liked this professor.

"We just need 2 pairs and we're going to play Egyptian Jeopardy. I think you know the rules in that game right" he asked everyone. Everyone murmured In agreement. "The players will be chosen by luck, if you could just pass around this top hat and pick up a paper" he passed the top hat to the first row.

I was getting antsy. In my experience I don't have any luck with draw lots. The ones that I usually pick out almost always cause me some sort of embarrassment and annoyance. When the top hat arrived I pulled out a piece of parchment. I opened it and there was a yellow star on it. I saw that Reed's have as well. Not a good sign.

"Okay since everyone has a parchment already if you picked out the parchment with a yellow star on it come to the front" he said. I looked at Reed and he looked at me looking scared. I said "Does your star have on it?" "Yeah" he said. "So who is our second pair?" Mr. Weller said. I looked at the front and saw Logan a brown haired guy that looked like he was a jock beside him. That had to be Derek Seigerson. Great I'm going against Logan and the perfectionist Derek. This is just not my day. "I guess we should go to the front" I said and Reed nodded. So we went to the front together. "Okay, so we have Reed and Piper on the second team" Mr. Weller looked positively ecstatic. And so we played Egyptian Jeopardy. In fairness Reed and I we're doing well. After a couple of rounds the score now stands at 1500 for each team and it was the last question.

"Wow Piper, you have some serious history knowledge." Reed said. "I just like to read, that's all" I said turning a bit red. I saw that Logan was looking at me with a smile and with hose piercing green eyes again. Why the heck was he smiling at me like that?

"So our last Clue is. last pharaohs of Egypt before it became a Roman province" Mr. Weller said. Derek pressed the bell "Who is Cleopatra VII?" he said with an arrogant smirk. "Your answer is incomplete, Piper and Reed care to steal?" Mr. Weller asked. Derek looked shocked. "Do you know the answer?" Reed asked. "I think so" I said. "Go ahead" Reed said to me encouragingly. "Uhm, Who were Cleopatra VII and Ptolemy XV?" I said. "That is correct" Mr. Weller said. Everyone applauded and Reed jumped up and down. He nearly fell down again but I was able to hold his arm. "Sorry" he said. Derek was looking at me with murder in his eyes as he shook our hands. Logan just looked amused and he gave me a firm handshake and said "You're the guy at the library right?" he said looking at me directly. "Uh yeah, sorry I had to run out" I said. "No need to worry, I enjoyed watching you answer those questions" he said smirking. "Oh thanks" I said looking down on my feet because I was trying to avoid his eyes. And we were asked to sit down.

The rest of the class went by okay. When the bell rang Reed said "Well nice meeting you Piper, I'm going on ahead I have to be at the Art history class". "Nice meeting you as well Reed, uhm see you around" I said. "Bye" he got up and took off.

Logan and Derek passed by my seat and Logan nodded at me with that arrogant/hot smirk again on his face. He does smirk a lot.


It was the end of my first day in Dalton. Suffice to say Kurt was not lying when he said that classes here are much harder. I mean seriously the amount of workload that they gave me to catch up feels like as Kurt said "parting the Red Sea". I have tons of essays to write as well as 3 term papers. I also need to catch up with all their lessons. Seriously, I feel like I'm about to explode. On the bright side I don't have an emotional range of a teaspoon so I think I won't explode. God bless Hermione for saying that.

Anyway I was standing outside of the school gates now. Edna would be picking me up in a bit. I was standing beside a lamp post that suspiciously looks like the one inside the wardrobe to Narnia. I pulled out my iPod (I have been waiting for ages to say that) and played a song. The song was one of my favorites, P.S. I'm Still Not Over You by the ever fabulous Rihanna. The song started to play and I was singing softly as it played.

Whats up?
I know we haven't spoken for a while
But I was thinkin bout you
And it kinda made me smile
So many things to say
And I'll put em in a letter
Thought it might be easier
The words might come out better
How's your mother, how's your little brother?
Does he still look just like you?
So many things I wanna know the answers to
Wish I could press rewind
And rewrite every line
To the story of me and you

I was very slightly swaying my hips as I hit the chorus.

Don't you know I've tried and I've tried
To get you out my mind
But it don't get no better
As each day goes by
And I'm lost and confused
I've got nothin to lose
Hope to hear from you soon
P.S. I'm still not over you
Still not over you

Gosh I do love this song. I closed my eyes as I listened intently and I suddenly remembered my first heartbreak. It sucks big time, especially, when second verse came on.

Excuse me, I really didn't mean to ramble on
But there's a lot of feelings that remain since you've been gone
I guess you thought that I would put it all behind me
But it seems there's always somethin right there to remind me
Like a silly joke, or somethin on the t.v.
Boy it aint easy
When I hear our song
I get that same old feeling
Wish I could press rewind
Turn back the hands of time
And I shouldn't be telling you

Then my godmother arrived and brought me back from deep thinking and I got in the car. I thought tomorrow would be a brand new day so I would probably wake up and find myself back to my own world. I took a long look at the gates of Dalton because for sure I would not be going back tomorrow.