A/N: Still don't own MI or HT. ON WITH THE STORY!

Renny's P.O.V.

Ten years later, and it's almost Dracula's daughter's 118's birthday. Mavis, Drac's daughter, had become a good friend of mine as I stayed in the hotel. At that moment, I was running errands for Cory. I just needed to get some sand from Egypt.

...That, actually, wouldn't be all too hard to get. Murray, a mummy from Egypt, always made these enormous entrances using sand. The maids didn't exactly like it when he first arrived.

I stood near the front door, leaning against the wall, waiting for Murray to arrive. I had a bucket in my hand to scoop up the sand when he made his big entrance. My eyes were closed and my arms crossed over each other. I could tell who entered by the footsteps, and by the smell. Wayne and Wanda, who were werewolves, arrived first along with their many children. "Hey kids, real it in! You're only supposed to make dad miserable!" Wayne called out to his children.

"Now, now. Is that anyway to behave?" Drac asked one of the children, "This is a hotel, not a cemetery!"

"Sorry Uncle Drac!" The child apologized. The child's voice was muffled, so I easily guessed the child had Drac's cape in his mouth.

"Drac!" I heard Wayne and Wanda approach Dracula, "How are ya?"

"Wayne, my old friend!"

"Couldn't wait for this weekend. Always great to be out of the shadows for a couple of days."

"The family looks beautiful. Let me just clean up their filth. Housekeeping!"

I could hear the housekeeping staff fly into the lobby and clean up the children's mess, like fixing the furniture, and cleaning up their pee. Then I heard the children run into someone, boxes falling, and then Drac saying, "Frankie, my boy!" Frankenstein and his wife were at the hotel. By mail. Again. "Look at you! Still traveling by mail, Mr. Cheapo, eh?"

Frank responded, "It's not a money thing. I have a plane phobia. I mean, at any moment those engines could catch-,"

"Fire," Wayne cut in, "Yeah. 'Fire bad!' We know."

"Augustus! Come on! Does that look like Frankenstein's head?!"

"Hey, Drac, buddy, what's going on with your cape there?"

I opened my left eye partially and saw Drac's cape floating in a very odd way. Which could only mean one thing. "Oh! Who pinched me?!"

"Guilty," The Invisible Man spoke up, "You're irresistible."

"Yes, very amusing, Invisible Man. Great to 'see' you," Drac responded, getting Wayne, Frank, and himself to laugh. I rolled my eyes, but still I chuckled at the joke.

"Aw, never gets old," Invisible Man folded up his glasses and then punched Drac in the face. Drac tried to hit back, but Drac missed Invisible Man. The Invisible Man punched Drac in the stomach, and Drac tried clawing at the Invisible Man.

"Okay, you win." Drac pulled something out of his cloak, "Hold this bacon."

The Invisible Man did as told, but questioned, "Why am I holding bac-aah!" Yep. Wayne's kids piled on the Invisible Man to get the bacon.

When I felt a strong gust of wind, and the taste of sand in my mouth, my eyes snapped open, my arms were uncrossed, I got off the wall, and picked up the bucket next to me, waiting for Murray to make his big entrance. He made an enormous pile of sand, and was on top of it. Murray yelled, "Here comes the party!" And slid down the sand pile. I collected the sand in my bucket and ran off as Drac scolded Murray about all the sand in his once sand less lobby.

Five minutes later, I was running down the stairs to the infirmary with the bucket of Egyptian sand in my upper arms. Just as I was about to open the door, the door flew open, hitting me, and knocking me and the sand over.

"Dammit Renny! Can you not mess anything up?!" Cory asked.

"Not my fault you hit me with a large wooden door," I grumbled.

"Oh, never mind. Clean this up and get in here," Cory instructed, walking back inside the infirmary.

I off my butt and stood up. I picked up the bucket, and pulled out my wand. The wand, which was about fifteen inches in length, made of birch wood, painted purple (my favorite color), and had a green tip, was given to me by Cory when I had been his assistant for an entire year. The want made my life so much easier.

Especially when I had an 'episode'. An 'episode' for me, would be me having a horrible headache, and soon after that a blackout. During the blackout, I would always experience a vision. I could see and hear people talking, but I never knew who I saw, or who I heard. Often, I would be in the vision, talking to the other people. When an 'episode' ended, the room I was in was usually a mess, because I went on a rampage of some sorts.

Anyway, I waved the wand, cleaned the sand up, and walked inside the infirmary with the Egyptian sand. "Put the sand in the cauldron, but only half of it, or else!"

"Or else what?" I laughed.

"The hotel and everything in it will explode."

"Oh. Alright, then." I poured in half of the sand into Cory's cauldron. I grabbed the large spoon and began to stir it clockwise. I hummed a tune, and it changed from murky green to bright pink. Cory never made a cure that was pink. Never.

"Cory...I think I did something wrong!"

"No, no. That's supposed to happen."

"Really? What's it doing?"

"You'll see." Cory took out his wand and waved it over the cauldron. "There, that should help it." Cory took a bottle and filed it with the now pink liquid. He gave it to me and told me, "Drink."

"What's it going to do?"

"Drink!" I sighed and drank the concoction. I had a horrible feeling in my stomach, and then I froze.

"That...that was gross," I gagged.

"It'll help you when you have an episode. Make you less violent. Though, you will still have the horrible migraines."

"Thanks, but next time, PLEASE tell me when you're going to make me want to vomit."

"Nah...It's more fun to watch you gag."

A/N: Review, please!