"What?" I ask.

"It! Look at it!" he grabs my head and turns it in an inhuman angle. "I told you I wasn't making it up!"

Either he has somehow drugged me, or he isn't making it up. Because the book is glowing. It's slowly filling the room with a golden light. I can even hear the soft humming sound that's getting more intense every second. It's just like I imagined! And if that isn't a way to become wide awake, I don't know what is.

"Pinch me," I order and stick out my arm for Darren to pinch. He does and I can totally feel it, so I'm not dreaming, nor dead. "This is real. This is seriously happening," I say. I haven't decided yet what my feeling about this is. It could be positively terrifying, but it could be immensely exciting, too.

"Yes," Darren confirms my not-question. "What should we do?" he asks, panic thickly audible in his voice.

"Pencil," I mumble. If I am going to live my imagination I will find out if this book can really do the things I wrote it could. Darren obviously does not think that is a good idea. He just frowns at me. "Give me a pencil!" I say more loudly when he won't give me one. God knows when the book stops doing... this.

I open the cover of the book. The pages are glowing so brightly, they're hurting my eyes. Darren grabs the pencil that's on my other

bedside table. The one I usually use to scribble notes in the margins of the books I read.

He hesitantly hands over the pencil. "If-if this is like the Riddle journal in Harry Potter we probably shouldn't-"

I shut him up by placing the pencil on the open book. It sinks in to the light, just like I described it would. "Fascinating. Really, really fascinating," I say. Where does the book drop the pencil? Does it drop it in the fairy tale world? Does it drop it in the world of the twins? Is this a portal to another dimension? Or is it a portal to another place in this world? I have to find out where this leads to. Whatever it is, it's exciting. I reach out my hand to touch the book. "How about I-"

"No!" Darren squeaks and pulls at my arm. "What happened to your brains? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one!"

"Relax," I tell him calmly, "I wrote this, remember. It's my imagination. I know this story inside out," I assure him and watch his painful expression as I slowly reach into the book. It's just warm and tingly; nothing worrisome. Darren is still watching me as if he is watching me die. Oh what the hell, I can mess with him once more. "OH MY GOD!" I scream as I pretend to be struggling against something that is trying to pull me in the book. "SOMETHING GRABBED MY ARM! DON'T JUST STAND THERE! DO SOMETHING! HELP, IT'S- TEETH! IT'S BITING ME!" I cry out and watch him panic.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO IT! PULL YOUR ARM BACK!" he says as I pretend to be pulled in shoulder deep. "NO, DON'T! YOU MIGHT PULL IT IN TO THIS WORLD! WAIT UNTIL IT ATE YOUR ARM AND PULL BACK WHEN IT'S SATISFIED!" okay, that's a weird piece of advise. "NO, DON'T, YOU'LL DIE! I'LL GET YOUR SWORDS!" he looks around, searching for my sai swords.

Oh God, he found them. I guess I should tell him I'm not in danger before he starts chopping off my arm. "Relax, I was kidding," I admit. He jerks around to see me pulling my perfectly intact arm out of the book.

He stares at my arm for a minute, expression unreadable. "Don't do that to me ever again!" he yells, furiously pointing one of my swords at me.

He looks so silly, holding those two blades. He obviously hasn't got a clue how to use them. It's a funny sight. "If I was to be attacked by a monster, your advise would be 'wait until it's satisfied'?" I laugh, not sure if I should be offended by his unhelpful suggestion. "Just a reminder: if it weren't for me, you would be unemployed."

"I panicked," he defends himself weakly as his eyes focus on the book again. It's still very much glowing and humming. "What about the book?" he asks.

The book. My book is alive. I have the chance to live my story. I don't know why, or how, but I know this is an unique opportunity. I have to go in there. If I don't, I'll regret it. "I'm going in there," I state.

"No, you are not. I'm not gonna let you," says Darren.

How can he argue with this? I've worked so hard on this story. I've put so much time and effort in creating this. Now, it's right there. I can't just let this go. I have to. "You can't expect me not to."

"Sure can, I would like to keep you around a little longer," he argues. I need proper clothes. I can't explore a new world in sweats. I quickly change in to a pair of jeans while Darren rambles on. "And I would have to decide what to wear to your funeral, write a touching speech," I don't even think he has noticed I've started preparing for my unexpected trip. I need a backpack. My Chewbacca backpack will do. "I would have to put time and effort in impressing everyone there and pretend I was your best friend," at this point, I don't hear anything anymore. Adrenaline is rushing through my veins. I have work tomorrow, but fuck work, I'm doing this! Camera, I need a camera. "And others would get jealous, because they want to be my best friend. And I would have to spend alone time with everyone. And that would result in less time for making money and I would become poor," I can't leave without shoes. Why don't I own a compass? An extra shirt and a pair of jeans. Would my phone be useful there? I don't know where I'm going, so I'll just take it with me. Sunscreen, can't go anywhere without that. And my ninja darts, because you never know. "No one would love me, because I lost all of my money because of you. And I would go to your grave every day to tell you how you ruined my life and made me unhappy," Darren is still talking while holding the swords absently. The swords! Those could come in handy. "And you would hear it and feel guilty till the end of-" I take the swords from Darren's hands. "What do you think you're doing?!" he barks when he realizes I am now in jeans, carrying Chewie and I am armed.

"I have to," is all I say before making my way to where the book is still lighting up the room. I take a deep breath. This is it. I dive head first in the blinding light.

I can feel Darren grabbing hold of my ankle. "Come back right nooooooow!" stupid move. That idiot. I'm still falling and I can still hear him. So he's here, too.

I don't know where I am. Everything is bright around me. The wind is rushing through my hair. I wouldn't know what up or down is if it weren't for the falling. But then again, am I falling down? Could I be falling up? Were am I falling to? Who am I going to meet?

I can still hear Darren's screaming. I look round. There he is. I grab his ankle and pull him closer. "WE'RE GONNA DIE! WERE ALREADY DYING!" he cries at me.

15 minutes later.

"This is getting old," Darren says after finishing another spin in the shiny air. He is obviously bored, because we've been falling for what feels like two days.

"I know," I agree. I've been trying to get in a comfortable position for ages, but that's quite the task when you're falling down faster than the fastest rollercoaster. "They could have worked on the falling part," I stretch myself and feel the joints in my back popping.

Darren looks puzzled. "Who's they exactly?"

That's a good question, actually. "Me?" I answer hesitantly. If I created this, I technically am responsible for everything that will happen to us. But it depends on where we will land, right? If we land someplace that doesn't have anything to do with my book, it wouldn't be my fault, right? I don't think I'm the one to blame anyway. When I wrote all this I wasn't expecting it to become real.

"You could have written comfortable lounge chairs in this part," he says, laying on his back and folding his arms under the back of his head. It looks weird.

But his suggestion doesn't make any sense. "Where would the chairs come from, exactly? It would be weird if there just were chairs," I say. I had no idea the twins would fall this long and it would be unrealistic if a pair of chairs would randomly float by.

"Dude, we're falling in to your book. I think I wouldn't be surprised if Elvis came by riding a giant ferret in a bee's costume," Darren informs me after cocking an eyebrow.

Honestly, I would be surprised by a statement like that, if I hadn't been spending an unhealthy amount of time around this man. I've seen him pretending to be an octopus, for fuck sake. "How do you come up with things like that?" I ask, genuinely curious if he has an explanation.

He seems to take a moment to come up with an answer. "Maybe I should have been tested on ADD?" is what he says.

He has never been tested for those kind of things? This explains so much. "Your patents never had you tested? What is wrong with them?" okay, that was quite rude, but he just shrugs because I'm kinda right.

"Sometimes I wonder how they have been able to be around me for eighteen years," Darren confesses.

"Sometimes I wonder how you've been able to live with yourself all your life," I mumble quietly.

"Falling makes you cranky," Darren says, teasingly. He knows I'm only kidding when I say things like that.

"I'm sorry," I apologize, fanning my lashes at him. He smiles at my silly gesture. "How long has it been?" I question.

Darren looks at his hot pink watch. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Darren Criss sleeps with a hot pink watch on his wrist. "About twenty minutes," he replies.

God, we've been falling for twenty minutes? Where are we traveling to? "The light is starting to hurt my eyes," I rub said eyes, because these surroundings are just so damn bright. It's like I'm floating around in a giant lightbulb.

"I would really like a drink. You should gave gone with a mini bar, too," again with the unrealistic suggestions.

"Sorry, I should have made sure the twins were comfortable while falling in a book," I say dryly. I didn't know traveling through a book was this uncomfortable.

"Did they fall this long?" Darren asks me. That is a surprisingly good question, again.

"I don't know," I answer honestly. How can I not know? I came up with the whole falling-in-a-book thing. We are currently living my imagination. I never imagined the twins falling is long. How is it that we are? Shouldn't we be experiencing the exact same events as the twins?

Darren obviously doesn't think much of it. I don't think he has gotten to read the story, anyway. "Maybe we should play a game."

Is he just trying to ruin this experience for me? I mean, I imagined to just fall and hit the ground. Now, I've been falling for almost half an hour and, in the meantime, we've been on the topic of Elvis riding a giant ferret. No, not exactly the dramatic, frightening-yet-exciting experience I had in mind. "The moment is already ruined, so what do you sugg-" I stop mid-sentence as I see our fall is about to end. "Ground!" I warn Darren.

Out of instinct I try to slow my falling down. Unfortunately for Darren, I somehow end up above him. "Oof!" he cries as he hits the dirt path. Fortunately for me, I land quite smoothly on top of his back. "You okay?" he moans, sarcastically.

"I landed just fine, how about you?" I get up and turn around to see Darren is giving me an impressive death-glare.

I stick out my hand to help him on his feet. "I think you've dislocated my shoulder," he says, making dramatic movements with said shoulder.

"I think you'll live," I say absently, because I've only just noticed where we are. This isn't any dirt path. This is the dirt path. We are surrounded by a thick, dark forest. The Dwarf Forests. Awesome.

"Where are we?" Darren questions, brushing off his clothes. Apparently, he doesn't seem to notice we're in another dimension. He probably just thinks this is a random dirt path, somewhere in America.

"We're in The land of Stories," I tell him with a wide smile on my face. This is amazing. What writer gets to walk around in his own fiction? Okay, screenplay writers, (been there) but this is different. This is real.

I'm just wondering in which book we are. Are we in my book or in the twins' book? I guess it wouldn't make a difference. Maybe the twins are here, right now. I would love to meet them. Or would their story change if I would help them (and ask them to sign my t-shirt)?

Darren? He's not so pleased with our little midnight-dimension-traveling adventure."You really are thrilled, aren't you? We're in a book! Chris, how can you be so calm? We're going to die! We will never see our friends and families again! There is so much I have yet to do!"

"Calm down! I know this book. I know exactly what we need and were we have to go to get home again. I know what's going to happen and we'll be fine," I assure him with fake confidence.

Come to think about it, it does matter if the twins have been here. It matters a fuck load. If the twins' story has already taken place, the Wishing Spell has been used twice. So we wouldn't be able to use it anymore. We would have to find another way to go home.

But what if we would be able to use it? Wouldn't that make it impossible for the twins to use it after we did? Do the twins exist, or just this world? Shit, my head hurts.

Just in time, the rumbling sound is audible. Darren's eyes go so wide with fear, it makes him look like a cartoon character. Little does he know, this is the least life threatening situation we will experience. I quickly pull him to the extra wide tree. It's not wide enough to be a good hiding place for one grown man and one Darren, so I hide behind another tree. I peak past the trunk to watch the soldiers with the apples on their shields.

The soldiers pass by and Darren asks me what that was. I tell him that was Snow White's army. The expression on his face is quite comical. Okay, next is the poster about Goldilocks. There it is. That's going home with me. I rip it off the tree and fold it neatly before putting it in Chewie.

Well, this is about the time Froggy should show up. God, I can't wait to meet him. He really should be here by now, polite and dapper as he is. He can't be human already, because the twins haven't been here. The Evil Queen is still free, why else would those soldiers be searching this land? I guess we should pay Froggy a visit. "Come on," I tell Darren, "there is someone I want to meet."

"No, we're not going in that forest," Darren says stubbornly as I start to make my way through it. I tell him I know the map of this place by heart and I know where I'm going. He follows me and I focus on finding Froggy's home while Darren says things like "Chris, my mom told me to never leave the path," and "I am so using you as a human shield if someone attacks us."

Finally, we reach the spot of Froggy's home. I search the small hill for the door that will lead us to his house, but, much to my surprise, it's nowhere to be found.

Something is very wrong.