But how could I possibly forget with that weird doohickey sitting on my dresser? I shook my head in exasperation; I couldn't deal with this. I shoved the thingy in my sock drawer, hoping to forget sooner than later. I continued to roam around my flat. In the kitchen, I made a jelly sandwich, grabbed a bag of chips, and headed for the living room. I didn't bother changing clothes yet. I turned on the telly, flicking listlessly through the channels. I had finally settled on watching some nighttime soap opera when I heard some strange beeping sound. It echoed creepily through my dark flat, so I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. At first, I tried to ignore it; I've been through enough insanity today. Instead, I was going to take a nice, long relaxing shower. Grabbing some linens from the closet, I headed into the bathroom. I turned the hot-water knob all the way so that I could physically see the steam wafting from the shower. I peeled off my muddy clothes and stepped into the tub. The water faintly scalded my skin, but the burn felt like a warm embrace; something I haven't experienced in a very long time.
I sighed into myself. It wasn't that I don't like human interaction. It's just I don't like people. Especially the ones around here. This dull, boring, bland, tasteless city. Then, something clicked inside my head.
What about Mr. Bow-Tie Man? He seemed fairly interesting, and he's a man. You could—
I shook my head insistently. Who was I kidding? I was probably never going to see the man again. After all, he had disappeared into thin air. But then again, I have his little wand thingy. He'd come back for that, right?
Again, I shook my head. Maybe he doesn't even want it. I turned the shower off. I pulled back the shower curtain and reached for my towel. Wrapping it around my body, I grabbed my hairbrush and opened my bathroom door. As I was exiting, I huge gust of wind erupted blowing my school papers everywhere. The strange sound I'd heard from earlier was loud in my ears. I tried to cover them, barely blocking the noise. Just as soon as it'd started, it stopped. The flat was quiet once again…but a big blue box stood five feet in front of me. I heard the door on the side facing away from me unlock.
"Well, what do we have here?"
That voice, I stood frozen. I recognized that voice. The voice of a familiar stranger. I listened carefully as light footsteps made their way around the structure. Soon enough, Mr. Bow-Tie was standing in front of me. Strange though, his face looked an uncomfortable shade of red. He began to speak.
"I suppose this is yours." He looked away from me. In his hand was…