With her left hand against the stone outer wall and her right arm extended in front of her, Kaydence warily started toward the back of the house. She made slow, steady progress until her left hand felt a change in texture. Instead of the hard, cold stone, this seemed more damp and softer. She turned to it, trying to figure out what it was. She looked up. A dim glow was coming out of a second-story window, illuminating what her hand was on: an old trellis, crawling up the castle wall. The white paint was chipping off of it. Some of the trellis was covered with ivy, but Kaydence could still see the holes between the planks of wood.

She needed a moment to think about this. It wasn't every day that she climbed up a trellis on some stranger's house to get to a window. Then again, this was no stranger's house; she knew perfectly well who was inside of it. Did she really have another choice? There was no way that she could get back to the safety of the movie theater the same way she got here. She heard a car screeching and a loud bang off in the distance.

"Wait!" she exclaimed to herself. "'The only way out is at the end'… that's it! I have to get to the end! Well, now, if that was the tire going flat, then I still have quite a ways to go." She looked up once more to the window. For the first time since she wound up here, she knew exactly what she needed to do. She needed to get to the end of the movie. Somehow. And right now, her options were pretty bleak: go back into contact with Riff Raff, or climb up the trellis. She knew where the former would take her. But knowing who she'd have to get by to get there, she chose the trellis instead. Remembering the tote she had with her, she dug around inside the black bag until she felt the smooth, round glow stick she had packed for "Over at the Frankenstein Place." She bent it in half, causing it to start glowing; and she stuck it partway in her mouth, clamping down on it with her jaw to hold it in place. This was all she could do for some light. She grabbed two holes above her head, placed one foot into a hole below her, and her other foot in the other; she slowly made her way up.

When she got to the top, she realized the climb wasn't half as bad as she had expected. Most of it involved feeling her way, since she had nothing but the glow stick in her mouth. Finally reaching the windowsill, she hauled herself up as much as she could and peered inside. The blinds were down. Of course, Kaydence thought to herself. Now I'll never know whose room this is until I get inside She clung onto the edge of the window for her life with one arm and used her free hand to try wedging the window open, but to no avail. She started banging on the window. She hoped someone would hear her.

She heard, from inside the mysterious room, a voice exclaim, "What the hell was that?" Kaydence's eyes lit up. It was a nasally, high-pitched voice. She hoped s. The he was right in matching up that voice more than she was about guessing who would answer the door when she rang. Sure enough, a shadow grew and transformed into a more human-like shape, opening up the blinds the person it belonged to jumped back a foot after seeing what had crawled up to her bedroom window.

"Columbia!" Kaydence exclaimed as the former stranger-shadow pulled up the window. She threw her arms over the ledge. Once she had a firm grip she swung her right leg over the ledge, followed by her left one. She rolled over the ledge and fell onto the floor below with a soft thump. A shaggy rug braced her fall from the hardwood floor. She looked around. She could tell right away from the couch in the middle of the room, the giant posters on the wall, and the tables cluttered with junk that this was, indeed, Columbia's room. She was glad that her luck was improving.

Meanwhile, Columbia, her hair and makeup neat but only clad in a bathrobe and ratted bunny slippers, was still staring at the human that had just invaded her private space – and with knowing her name, too.

"How do you know who I am?" she asked.

"Long story. But the point of the matter is that I gotta stay here, just for tonight. And Riff Raff can't know who I am."

"Why not?"

"Let's just say he doesn't seem to quite take to visitors too nicely."

Columbia sighed, shook her head, and then replied, "All right, then. By the looks of it you need a disguise and I need a bit more of an explanation, if you expect me to babysit you."

"I don't need a babysitter," Kaydence countered, slightly insulted by her comment, "nor do I care to want one. All I'm asking for is a bit of help while I'm here. I'll be out before the night is through. I promise." It wasn't until after she said that did she realize that keeping that promise might be tougher than it seemed.

A short pause followed, Columbia thinking. "You got yourself a deal," she compromised finally. "Now what's your name?"

"Kaydence."

"Well then, Kaydence, what do you know so far?"

She bit her lip and answered, "The Transylvanian Conference is going on downstairs. You haven't done the Time Warp yet, if that car was Brad and Janet –"

"– Who's Brad and Janet?"

"Well, you'll find out sooner or later. Frank is gonna make is grand entrance off the elevator, and you're gonna do a tap dance. Riff Raff and Magenta are downstairs – she's dusting the banister and he's waiting by the door for more motorcycles and conventionists. The next time the doorbell rings, it'll probably be Brad and Janet, so by then we gotta be downstairs and in the main room with the other Transylvanians."

"…What color are my socks?"

"Blue."

"Okay kid, you're creeping me out, but I'll help you." She walked over to her dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a bunch of clothes. "Here, try these on." Kaydence grabbed the pile of clothing, ran behind the dressing screen, and quickly ripped off her wet clothes. As she was pulling on the dry pants Columbia pulled out, she heard a rapping on the door to the room.

"Don't come out," Columbia whispered, walking over to the door.

"Almost ready, my dear?" said the voice that banged on the door.

"Yeah, I'm on it," Columbia replied.

"Why is your window open?"

"Uh… it was kind of warm in here. I wanted some air."

"Sure you did," the voice muttered. It quickly followed up with, "Okay then, see you soon. Oh, and Columbia… we're unveiling him tonight."

"Sure thing."

Kaydence heard the door close, and she let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Hurry up in there," Columbia called. "It's almost time."

A moment later Kaydence jumped out. "How's this?" she proclaimed proudly.

"Kaydence who?" Columbia chuckled. Kaydence peeked into Columbia's vanity mirror. She did, in fact, seem to blend in with whom she would be seeing downstairs. She wore a black blazer with black dress pants, shiny black and white shoes, and a white dress shirt with a sparkly purple vest. The big, dark sunglasses hid her eyes, and the matching purple fedora topped off the look. Columbia herself was set to go as well, dressed in the familiar gold sequin jacket and top hat, along with the shorts, tap shoes, and of course the blue socks she had called out earlier. They looked at each other and smiled.

"So, tell me," Columbia asked, "why are you here again?"

"To find my way home."

"No harm in having a little fun first, eh?" She smiled brightly.

"Absolutely!" Kaydence exclaimed. Together, they left the room and headed downstairs.