Chapter 2
When I woke up, I went to check on Dylan and Helen. They were both OK, but they were sleeping. Surprisingly, my little guidebook of Disney World had changed.
It was the same little guidebook, but the title had changed to How To Navigate the Worlds Of Disney instead of How To Navigate Disney World. The author's name had also changed. The author of the guidebook I'd had with me at Disney World's name was Sid Eryenwalt. The name of the new author was Walt Disney. I knew that name even if I knew nothing about Disney. He was the man who had created the damn company and ruined my friends' lives when they were younger.
"I see that you don't like me," came a voice from my left side.
I then looked over to see a man who could've been any age from 30 to 50. He had a small moustache, no beard, and slicked back dark hair. He was wearing a suit.
"How am I supposed to hate you if I don't even know who you are?" was the first retort that came to mind.
"In this room I created, I can hear your thoughts. My name is Walt Disney."
Okay, then I stumbled back out of shock.
"I see you can't understand how this can possibly be real. Well, in Disney, things aren't necessarily based on reality. They're based on magic. I'm sure even you knew that."
I shake my head.
Walt mumbled, "Honestly, this girl…" Then he came back to me.
"Well, even if not all of you wants to be here, you are here, and that can only be because-"
"I picked up the wrong guidebook at the store," I interrupted.
"No, you didn't. The book chose you, not the other way around. You see, that guidebook is now priceless information about all the Worlds of Disney. It has the heroes, the villains, maps, helpful knowledge, and places that you shouldn't miss out on. It is still a guidebook, but it can only help you on your journey to find the Objects."
"What journey?" I demanded to know.
"The journey that you missed out on as a child. The Objects will bring you home every time you leave, so you must find them. Oh, and these two can't come with you," he said, gesturing at the twins, sleeping on the floor.
"Why not?" I asked.
"They're asleep because they're still going through the journey. Your friends, when they were younger, went through the journey. You never did, so you're starting in a few moments. I will send along a friend that is about your age. If he can't be a friend, you can let him be an ally."
"WHAT?!" I exclaimed.
However, Walt didn't respond. He gave me this clever, all-knowing smile that also seemed kind. It made me trust him. Maybe that was a mistake. There was a flash of light, and the floor came out from under me. The last thing I saw was the image of my younger twin siblings, looking peaceful, asleep, and safe. I knew that they'd be okay with Walt.
After that last thought, my vision went dark, and I felt myself fall through empty space. I thought Walt had killed me.