If you want to know how we got back to camp, then I wouldn't have been the one to explain it to you. All we did was go back to the spot we first appeared in, and the next moment we were back at camp with the sun over our heads. With our unannounced departure from at camp, the counselors had nearly called the cops, and fellow campers thought that we had done It. What else could have two teenagers, that had known each other since forever, do alone in the woods at night?

We survived the rest of the summer with everyone making fun of us. We even got past the first semester of school with all the rumors and name calling. I was the only one of us at the time to have other friends, so I spent most of my time with them. Just to ignore the rumors everyone said about us. Christopher Robin on the other hand... started to face a mega depression. And I wasn't too worried about it (since he was the one that usually ended up cheering me up), but when I called his house and no one would answer, I started to panic. At the end of the first or second school week, he didn't show up at school at all, and so my panic became full grown fear.

"Pick up Christopher. Pick up the phone." I said into the phone as I heard it ring. Each ring reminded me that he was either trying to ignore me, or no where near the phone. I hated it.

"Leslie Ann, is that you?" Christopher Robin's mother asked. "I was just about to call you too!"

"Mrs. Milne, can I talk to Christopher Robin?"

"I'm sorry dear, but Christopher is sleeping now."

"Sleeping?" I asked in a near shout. It was well past lunch, and that kid was always up for the entire day no matter how late he was up the night before. "Can I come over when he wakes up?"

"I do not think so dear. I think you should stay at your house and have some you-time while Christopher feels better."

"But I can come over and make his laugh. Laughter is the best medicine you know!"

Christopher Robin's mother laughed. That had always been my excuse when I wanted to see my friend when he was sick.

"I do not think that laughter can help Christopher Robin this time sweetie." his mother said, her voice being serious.

Then I was reminded of the damn depression.

"When do you think I can come over?" I asked.

"When Christopher feels better dear." and she hung up the phone. I couldn't help but give a frustrated scream.

"Honey are you alright?" my mother asked as she rushed into the room.

"Yeah." I lied, wiping away a small tear that was forming at the corner of my eye.

"By the pitch of that scream, I'd say something was wrong." she said.

"Nothing is wrong Mom." I insisted. But she came over to me and gave me a hug any way, and I started to cry. It was like Christopher Robin was going to die, although I have to admit he was far from doing so. But, it was kind of like he was in the type of depression that pushes the person to commit suicide or something.

I made my mind up then; I was going to go back to the Hundred Acre Wood and bring Winnie the Pooh back home with me. I was going to make Christopher Robin happy again if it was the last thing I ever did. But the only problem was, I didn't know how to do that.

I could not go to sleep at all that night. So I stayed in my bedroom until I noticed something next door; there was a light on at Christopher Robin's house, and it was on in his room. Quickly, I ran outside without my shoes on, picked up a few rocks from the family garden, and then started to ping them against Christopher Robin's window. He must have heard it, because Christopher Robin opened his window and looked out.

"Leslie Ann?" he asked when he saw me. "It's 11:23 in the evening, what are you doing up?"

"What are you doing up?"

Score one for the cheeky American girl.

"Stay there, I'll unlock the door." he instructed.

"Where else am I supposed to go? Back home? Ha!" I said back before his face disappeared from the window.

When Christopher Robin opened his front door, I could help but gasp at him. His eyes had dark circles around them. He was so pale, and his smile was like a jack-o-lantern's smile after it was left out well after Halloween.

"Do I really look that bad?" Christopher asked with a smile. I nodded my head, with my eyes wide.

"You have to go back to the Hundred Acre Wood. We left without saying good-bye, and they need you Christopher Robin."

"But I can't Leslie Ann, I can't go back." Christopher stated, sadness coming over his voice like a deadly virus.

"Please don't cry." I begged, "If you start to cry, I'll start to cry. Then we're going to wake up both of your parents and I'll have to go back home."

Christopher Robin nodded his head, and dried any tears that were going to form to prevent my seeing them.

"I don't know what I'd do with out you Leslie Ann."

"You wouldn't be stuck in a mess like this, I'm sure."

"Maybe not," he admitted, "But you've taken me back to the place I want to be the most."

I couldn't help but smile.

"But how are we going to get back there?" Christopher Robin asked.

"How did we get back there the first time?" I asked back.

"I only thought about you." Christopher said, thinking hard, "And the woods we were in, and getting out of them."

I thought about what I was thinking when we were in the camp woods. I wasn't thinking anything except for not losing Christopher Robin in the woods, they were too deep for anyone to get lost in.

"What were you thinking about?" Christopher asked.

"The same thing you were." I told him. "However, now I'm wondering if we can get away with the Door Trick."

"What's the Door Trick?"

"In Twitches, a movie about twin witches, all they had to do was think about the location they wanted to go to, open a door, and they were at the location."

"It can't be that easy."

"You've never tried."

Score two for the cheeky American girl.

"We'll try it." Christopher Robin said, determined.