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The blob, instead of responding, reached out a limb and pinched me and I suddenly felt very tired. She probably did that weird nerve-ending thing I'd heard about.

But the thing she did next was very annoying. She force-fed me the tea. This was the point where I seriously doubted that we were allies, but I didn't have much time to; I was asleep within seconds.

When I woke up, I wasn't in the bed that the stupid blue blob made me fall asleep in. I hoped desperately that I was in my bed.

I looked around, and nope, no cigar. As far as I could tell, I was on grass again, it was bright and apparently not night anymore, and I thought I saw buildings in the distance. Of course, I can never trust what I see.

I heard something whizzing by me, and I could have sworn that whatever it was only missed me by an inch. I squinted at where it came from, and didn't see anything until a black blob came running towards me.

"I'm sorry," the blob called (apparently it was male), "Did I hit you?"

"No, not quite," I replied, trying to get a look at his face as I stood up. "Uh, do you happen to know where we are?"

"Yeah, that's the center of Anne over there," he said, lifting a limb. I think he was pointing at the place where I thought I saw buildings before. I hoped Anne was a city. "Why? Did you hit your head?"

"Probably," I said, thinking about it. It was possible I was having hallucinations.

"Do you think you need to go to the hospital?" he asked. He didn't really sound all that concerned. "Do you have a phone?"

"No," I said, feeling my pockets. Life lesson: put your phone in your pocket before falling asleep, because you never know where you're gonna wake up.

He sighed. "Come to my house and use our phone." He turned and started walking back the way he came.

"Wait," I said, and he stopped to turn around. "Don't you want your... thingy?" I pointed behind me, where the thing that had whizzed by had gone.

"No, I got it," he said, holding up something small and white. I was confused, not remembering him go over to pick it up. I shook my head and caught up with him, nearly tripping over the ground.

"So what brings you to this neck of the field?" he asked as we walked, playing with what I assumed was a baseball. I looked around and in one direction all I saw was grass, in another I saw some kind of body of water separating us from Anne.

"I don't know," I said honestly.

"You don't know what you were doing out here?" he asked, suppressing a laugh.

"Not really."

"Seriously?"

I shook my head.

"Okay, what's the last thing you remember?"

"A strange elf lady was shoving tea down my throat."

The blob stopped in his tracks. "Something's wrong with you," he stated. He then spoke slowly, enunciating every syllable, as if he were talking to a five-year-old. "There are no such thing as elves."

"I know, that's the scary part," I said, annoyed at him. He shook his head and kept walking.

"Okay, let me start at the beginning," I said, sighing. "I was in my bed, at home, and I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, right next to some kind of battle. A firefly comes by and tells me to follow her into what she called 'base,' and there were moving trees there. Then these girls tell me they're elves and try to shove drugged tea in my face, telling me to rest. They kept saying they were allied to the humans, or something like that. I'm not kidding," I said, when he started to laugh. "Then they force fed me the tea, which tasted really bad, and I fell asleep. And when I woke up you were trying to pelt me with baseballs."

He looked me up and down. "Maybe my dad can let you use his memory scanner. I doubt it though."

I rose my eyebrow, wondering just what a memory scanner was, when he said, "We're here."

I couldn't exactly tell where 'here' was, but I could see that it was a big building. Way bigger than homes usually are. "This is your house?"

"Yep." I couldn't make out his face, but I knew he was grinning by the way he talked. We walked up the steps to a really big door.

"Ring my doorbell," someone said suddenly, popping out of the planter.

"Holy crap," I said in surprise.

"I've never gotten that response before," the person who wanted me to ring their doorbell said.

"Guys, we don't need to ring a doorbell. Give it up." The black blob opened the door, waiting for me before going in.

"Let's go find my dad," he said, walking off. I could tell the entry room was huge, and wished I had my glasses. I bet it looked really cool.

"Oh, I forgot to ask," the blob said as we walked, "What's your name?"

"Janine," I replied, regretting it instantly. I hated that name. Why didn't I make something up?

"I'm Wilbur," he said, holding out his hand. I shook it, glad I didn't do something stupid like miss. "So Janey, where do you live?"

"It's a little town by Los Angeles. You wouldn't have heard about it."

He nodded. "Mm-hmm. And how come you don't look at me when I talk?"

"What?" I turned to look at him. "I look at you."

"Not really," he said, "You're always a few inches off."

Maybe I should start wearing my glasses to bed, too. "Uh... my eyesight sucks." I didn't really like telling people because they tended to treat it like a handicap. It was a handicap, but that's not the point.

"Really? My dad invented these contacts..." he stopped himself. "I really shouldn't brag. Even though I want to. So, what's with the getup?"

Wilbur really liked to ask questions. "This is what I fell asleep in."

"Really? What happened to pink pajamas and bunny slippers?"

I looked down at my white shirt, black sweats and brown socks. (They used to be white.) "Yeah, well, I don't like pink."

"Neither do I, Janey." He clapped me on the back. A man entered the hallway, looking down at a paper as he walked. I couldn't quite tell what he looked like, but he was mostly blue and yellow.

"There he is!" Wilbur said, jogging over to him. "Hey, Dad!" He promptly gave the man a hug before walking him over to me.

"Dad, this is Janine, AKA Janey. Janey, this is my dad, Cornelius." I was glad I didn't miss his hand before shaking it. "So basically I found her on the side of the road, she has no idea how she got there, she had a crazy dream about elves and her eyes suck."

"Uh, great, son," Cornelius said, "But why don't you let her introduce herself before you tell me things you might have misinterpreted?"

I could tell Wilbur was blushing.

"Well, basically it's like he said," I twiddled my fingers. "All I remember is I fell asleep, I woke up, some kind of elf girl made me drink tea so I fell asleep again, and I woke up on the field out there where Wilbur nearly hit me with a baseball."

"Nearly!" Wilbur exclaimed before his dad could get mad at him.

"What about your eyes?" he asked, "Because I think I could help you with that."

How could I describe how bad my eyes were? "I couldn't tell you what you're wearing," I said, shrugging, "Just that it's blue."

"Don't you have glasses?" he asked.

"Well, I don't normally wear them when I sleep. They're probably still on my nightstand." I laughed a little, wondering what I got myself into, and how.

He sighed. "Follow me."

Wilbur and I did as he instructed, and I learned soon that Wilbur doesn't take to silence well.

"So tell me more about the elves," he said, sounding genuinely interested.

"Well, uh," I could tell that Cornelius was listening, too, and it made me nervous. "I woke up in a wet meadow, at night, and you know how I can't see very well. I saw lights in the distance, so I started walking towards them. Actually, I was hoping they'd have a blanket I could use, 'cause it was freezing."

I paused, wondering if they were still listening. "That's strange," Wilbur said, and I think he nodded for me to go on. But maybe that was my imagination.

"Well, then what I thought was a firefly came along and asked me what race I was. I thought, that's weird. Well, obviously, but still. I said I was white, and she asked me if I was human. I thought that was obvious - but then again, if it was a dream, who knows what I looked like. Then she said something about being allied with humans, and told me she was going to take me back to base."

"'Base'?" Wilbur asked.

"Yeah, I don't know," I clarified.

"What you thought was a firefly?" Cornelius asked. For a second I had forgotten he was listening, and I hesitated before answering.

"Yeah, I told her I thought she was a firefly and she started getting all defensive. She called herself a 'wisp', and I think she had real issues about that firefly deal."

"What did 'base' look like?" Wilbur asked.

This was the confusing part. "Well, if I told you, you'd think I was crazy."

"Janey, you told us you were talking to a firefly with issues. I think we're past that point."

I let out a little nervous laugh. "Well, uh, it was really just a bunch of trees, I think. I mean..." I sighed. How do you explain trees with faces? "They - the trees, I mean - they had, like, faces, and one of them uprooted and walked over to somewhere else-"

"Was there a gold mine?" Wilbur asked.

"What?"

"A gold mine. Like, a white, rocky hill with ore carts and stuff."

I thought back. "I'm not really sure. I didn't notice it, if it was there. Why?"

"No reason," he said. "Go on."

"Well, uh, there was a cottage-"

"Wait, were there moon shrines?" Wilbur interrupted again.

"What are moon shrines?" I asked.

"They're kind of like silver crosses with a puddle of water at the base."

"I don't know. I was too distracted by the tree shaped like an eagle."

"Wait a second, there was a tree shaped like an eagle?"

"Didn't I say that?"

"No, you just said that they walked around."

"Well, I was-"

"Was there a big tree in the center?"

"I don't know! I'm legally blind, okay?"

He hesitated.

"Well I went into the cottage, and the girls there said they were allies of the humans, and enemies of orcas and vampires or something like that-"

"Orcs?"

"I don't know. Probably. Stop interrupting me."

Wilbur let out some kind of light grunt, and I think he crossed his arms.

"They said something about a night elf base camp, and then they tried to make me drink this tea-"

"Night elves? You didn't mention that before!"

"Would you shut up?" I said loudly, then realized Wilbur's dad was still listening. I cringed for a second, waiting for him to tell me not to use bad language, but he acted like he didn't hear me.

"I really don't like tea," I continued, wondering what Wilbur's expression was like, "So I tried to tell them I wouldn't drink it. They kept saying that I needed rest, even though I had really just woken up, and I kept saying no. Then they forced me to drink it and it made me fall asleep."

I paused, and Wilbur was quiet.

"Sorry, Wilbur," I mumbled. He seemed to have heard it, and took that as permission to speak again.

"Was there a battle going on when you got there?" he asked.

"Actually, yeah. The wisp thing told me that's what the flashing lights were. How did you know?"

"Well, it's kind of a stretch, really. But it's not important."

"What was-" I was going to finish that question with 'it,' but Cornelius interrupted me with "We're here!"

I looked around. We were in a big, round room, the golden floor covered by a glass dome. There were all kinds of colorful things on display. Cornelius was walking over to a desk, and Wilbur and I followed. I thought Wilbur might've been smiling, but I couldn't really tell.

"Here you go," Wilbur's dad said, holding out a white box.

"Uh, what is it?" I asked, as I took it from his hand.

"Out of curiosity, I began researching optometry a while back. The eye is actually really fascinating. It took me a really long time - of course, not as long as it took me to build the time machine - but I managed to make these."

I opened the box, and inside were two clear, almost glistening contact lenses.

"They're my only prototypes so far, but I've perfected the plans and I can make more. I'm sure you don't want to hear about exactly how it works, not if you're Wilbur's friend," he gave a little chuckle. "But I'll let you have them."

I looked at them skeptically. From what Wilbur's bragged, I could presume Cornelius was a good inventor (especially if he built a time machine), but I didn't know if I could trust something I put in my eye.

"I don't know," was what I was about to say, but Cornelius, as well as the entire room, was gone.

Author's Note: I know I *just* posted the first chapter, but heck, why not? I have up to the 5th chapter written. Who knows, I might put them all up tonight.

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