(A/N): It's four-oh-three AM, and I've run downstairs just waiting to post this. Plus, I have a flipping Cheshire Cat smile on my face.

Hopefully I have kept sanity in your minds?

Sorry. I've just gained new motivation, and I want to get this over with before it flees this insane creation of my mind that doesn't make any sense at all.

Continue on, brave reader.

CHAPTER TWO: INTERVIEW

"Tell me… what you experienced there. You seem to know something."

Charles seemed to be satisfied that I had answered yes. He acted like he thought I would refuse, but I saw that he knew I would accept. He had a small grin showing a few of his teeth.

"It's a long story," I said. "And I don't want to talk about it…" I shivered. I just stared at his coat. I saw two black buttons, staring and dead...

I looked away.

"Well, then," he answered. "Let's try something easier. You haven't told me your name yet."

I told him my name.

"Well, please tell me if you feel scared by this. But I know far more about you than you might think."

I wasn't scared. Yet. I was getting anxious.

"Okay, then. I know a bit about your past. Trivia, you could say… but it is not trivial.

"During a cold, wet summer around seven years ago, you called the police to report a kidnapping."

I gasped. "Please don't give me specifics. Please."

"I won't," he answered.

"The police officer who answered you was my father. I called him the next day, just to check up on things, see how he was. I was in America at the time.

"He said that just last night he had some kid call him saying that their parents were kidnapped by some trans-dimensional creep and taken to an alternate universe behind a mirror. We both laughed our heads off. And then he asked me how I was. I never thought of it until the disappearance.

"Then I realized that there was a connection. You made this call. And then, seven years later when you leave, all of a sudden that section of England suddenly has a population of zero. Sure, it was low to begin with. But four people disappeared, and all were connected to you.

"I started researching. I realized that there had been previous disappearances, going back as far as the eleven hundreds. Three children, total. All three disappeared in the same building.

"I saw the connection. And I know that you know that."

He concluded completely straight-faced, after the big grins he had earlier, talking about my phone call.

"I have one more question, before I'll let you back to your reading," he said, his tone still serious.

"What's that?"

He paused. I could see him wording his question carefully. Charles was really thinking.

"Why are you scared?"

(A/N): Hehehe... Both of them know more than they're letting on, aren't they?

I'm sorry, but I don't have any skeleton keys to let me into any random character's head. There's only one way out of this one's, and only one way into another one's. Take that any way you like.

Case in point, we'll be sticking with the girl's head for now, 'kk'?