Coraline slowly opened her eyes, finding herself staring at a white ceiling. She blinked, confused for a moment, before remembering where she was. That's how she always started her day.

The Other-no, the White World. The Blank World. Another day in it. They'd been here for how long? Two days now? Three? Well, it seemed like forever.

She glanced to her side and saw Wybie. He had rolled onto his side in the night, only the back of his head visible. The rest of him was covered by the black sleeping bag, which moved up and down with each breath as he snored lightly.

Coraline took her eyes off the boy and stared into the great mass of the white world, wondering if anything was beyond the colorless place.

She had to know if, somehow, the world came to an end. A wall, something. Any way for her and Wybie to escape. Three days- or was it two?- was long enough in this Hell. The girl carefully sat up, stretching. She then stood, pulled on her tennis shoes, and walked over to the sleeping Wybie.

She kneeled down and hesitantly gripped his shoulder, shaking him a little. "Wybie..." she whispered softly above his snores. Everyday she'd been here, he was always the one to sleep in. And snore. For some reason, he didn't start to snore until the middle of the night. And he woke her up whenever he did.

The boy stirred a bit, groaning and cracking a sleepy eye open. "Hmm?" he muttered, turning his head around to look at her.

"I'm... I'm gonna go exploring for a little while, okay?" she asked, watching him slowly blink the sleep from his eyes.

"Mm... kay," Wybie slurred, rolling over again and going back to sleep. Coraline sighed and stood back up, wondering if her friend had actually heard what she said. She began to stroll off into the never ending white, with the feeling she was forgetting something,

"Oh!" Coraline turned back around to face him, suddenly remembering. "You're making breakfast today."

Another sleepy groan from Wybie. "Fine..." he mumbled, voice muffled as he buried his face into the sleeping bag, begging for sleep.

The girl shook her head slightly, and continued to walk until the white seemed to consume everything except her.

About half an hour later, Wybie yawned and stretched from his sleeping bag. Rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand, he sat up, staring into the blankness of the world. He hated seeing that every morning when he woke up.

He longed to see the sun, lighting everything up. He longed to hear the rain pattering on the ceiling of his home while he watched Animal Planet on the old TV when his Grandmother wouldn't let him outside. Frowning, the boy crawled over to the small door, wedging his un-gloved hands between the nook and pulling with all his might. When it refused to budge, his frown deepened.

"C-come on!" he grunted, gritting his teeth and pulling harder. Finally, he fell back on his hands, staring at the door in dismay. Once again, the stubborn wooden thing held ts ground, refusing to let him out.

"Dang it..."

Sighing, Wybie got to his feet, now noticing the absence of his friend. "J-Jonesy?" he turned in a circle, searching for the blue-haired girl.

"Jonesy?" Wybie called louder, voice high and nervous. "Where'd she g... Ohh."

Realization dawned upon him and he immediately relaxed. "That's right, she went exploring..."

He then groaned. "That means I have to make breakfast..."

Wybie's mouth watered at the prospect of food. He didn't fancy the dinner Coraline had wished up last night, so he went to bed hungry.

"Wish up a breakfast... mkay... But what would Jonesy want?"

He placed his hands on his hips in thought. Suddenly, a small smile came to Wybie's lips. "I think I've got an idea..."

Coraline began to grow nervous as she traveled deeper and deeper into the old world. Nothing was out here anymore, no wire-like trees, no idea of direction.

This world was empty. Nothing was there anymore. Maybe she should turn back...

"Fascinating, isn't it?" a dry voice mused, breaking the silence and making the girl jerk in alarm. Once she composed herself, she glared down at the small cat that trotted beside her, smirking.

Coraline stomped her foot angrily. "Why'd you leave us here after the door shut? You could've gotten help!" she snapped, not surprised that the animal had just spoken to her.

The animal merely shrugged in the way that cats can do, and kept pace beside her. "You two seem to be surviving quite well here. There's only one way out, however." he answered.

Coraline's hazel eyes flashed. She took in her surroundings, which was nothing but white, and wondered if the feline was telling the truth. "How can we get out?"

"That most certainly is the question, isn't it?" The cat stopped and stretched its front legs forward, yawning. "The only way out is to find the key."

"The key?" Coraline sighed in frustration. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, she responded, "The key's on the other side of the door. Can't you get it?"

The cat shook its head. "No, I would have already brought it here for you if I was capable." one of it's black ears twitched, and a growl rose deep in its throat.

"Even though she's gone, her spies still linger here," the animal replied, tail flipping back and forth in annoyance. "Be weary, Coraline. Not all of her is gone yet."

That was it's final words before it pounced into the white nothingness, leaving her alone once again.

Coraline pondered on the black cat's words and followed the smell of bacon back to where Wybie was. What she saw made her make a sound between a huff and a laugh.

Wybie was sitting at a long, shiny wooden table- a wished up table, no doubt- and had his plate piled high with a stack of pancakes. On the table lay every breakfast anyone could imagine: omelets, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, hash browns, cereal, and any other things you could think of.

Wybie turned his head towards her as she approached and gave a tiny smile, mouth full of pancakes. After he swallowed, he swept his hand over and gestured to all of the food. "G'morning, Jonesy!" he said as she sat down.

"I didn't really know what you wanted for breakfast, so... Just take your pick." he shrugged and stabbed another pancake piece with his fork.

"Good... morning..." Coraline replied, looking at all the breakfast items. "Jeez, Wybie. This... This is a whole lot of food."

"Uh huh." the boy replied, grabbing the glass of orange juice next to him and taking a sip. "Like I said, grab whatever you're hungry for. I'm almost done anyway."

"Wait," Coraline grabbed the plate with an omelet and a nearby fork. She looked at Wybie. "We're just gonna waste all of this food?"

Wybie shrugged again and cut up another pancake. "We can't really give it to the homeless... You were gone a long time, though."

She couldn't tell how long she was gone, but it must've been awhile, considering how Wybie was already halfway done eating. The girl dug her fork into the yellow omelet.

"I was looking for a way out," she told him. "And I talked with the cat, too."

Wybie's eyebrows rose. "Really? What'd he say? Does he know how to get out of here?" he asked excitedly. Coraline could tell he was homesick. Sometimes at night she could hear him whispering to himself. He'd say goodnight to his Grandmother, even though she couldn't hear him. It made her feel sorry that she'd forced him into this mess.

She sighed. "He said we need to get the key. But it's still behind the door." Coraline watched as Wybie physically deflated, shoulders slumping. His green eyes stared down at the half-eaten stack of pancakes.

"Wybie... I hate to say it, but we're stuck here." she said softly, watching Wybie's frown deepen. He slowly stood up, and rubbed the sleeve of his pajamas over his eyes.

"I... I've lost my appetite..." he mumbled quietly, turning from her.

"I wish for a... room." the boy whispered, and when the small box-shaped thing appeared, he walked over to the door, stepped inside, and Coraline could hear the click of the lock.

"Oh, Wybie..."

Wybie... Are you alright?" Coraline asked, and once again knocked on the door to the simple room. The edges were white, but apparently, Wybie could stay in there for what felt like three hours. It probably was three hours too, if time existed here.

"Wybie... Please come out. Or at least let me in." she pleaded. He may be a chatterbox, a nerd, a dork, and a stalker, but if he was anything, he was her friend. And in this situation, they were all they had. She was about to begin banging on the door again when a small click was heard.

Coraline cautiously poked her head inside. "Wybie?"

"C-Come in..." she heard him sniffle. Was he crying? What had she said to upset him? She felt horrible.

She hesitantly stepped inside, leaving the door cracked just in case, and saw that the small room was actually a duplicate of Wybie's real room at home.

There was his bed, his television, his closet, everything that was in his old room. Wybie was now dressed in his jacket and blue jeans, and his head was lowered so she couldn't see his face. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Coraline walked over to him.

"Hey Jonesy..." Wybie murmured, wiping a hand over his nose. The girl frowned and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Are you alright?" she asked gently. Wybie bobbed his head up and down, curls bouncing, still hiding his face from view.

"You sure don't sound like it." the girl scooted closer. "Tell me what's wrong."

"W-we're never getting out of here... are we?" His voice shook, unlike his usual cheery tone. Coraline bit her lip. Wybie had always been the optimist. He alwys saw the upside in things. But now...

Coraline took a deep breath and pulled the miserable boy into a hug. Wybie gratefully wrapped his arms around her, and she could feel him trembling. With fright or sobs, she couldn't tell.

"I-I... I wanna go home." he rested his head on her shoulder and she slowly rocked him back and forth, not knowing what else to do. She'd never had a friend as dear to her as Wybie. And seeing him like this felt like a stab in the heart.

"Shh, Wybie, shh... It'll all be okay... somehow." she whispered in reply, trying to calm her friend. It didn't convince her as much as it did him. How they'd get out of this empty place, she didn't know. Wybie did not know either. She always had the plans. She always had the ideas.

The fact that they could die in this place had hit him as soon as she told him that the key was lost in the real world. It was like a slap to the face of reality. And now, as he took deep breaths trying to calm himself, he couldn't help but whispering, "I miss Grandma."

Coraline rubbed her friend's back soothingly. She would never cry in front of anyone, especially Wybie, but even now, she was on the verge of tears. She'd never seen Wybie like this. He seemed to be calming down though, but when she tried to pull away he squeezed her tighter.

"D-don't let go yet... Please." he sniffled, and she allowed him to hug her until he pulled away, green eyes red from crying. He rubbed them.

"S-sorry," he stuttered. "Dunno w-why I just... b-broke down like that..."

Coraline smiled softly. "It's okay Wybie. I promise we'll find a way out."

Wybie looked up at her. "P-promise?" he asked gently. She nodded.

"Promise."

"Can we please wish up a house?"

"Why?"

"So we have a decent place to sleep," Wybie stretched. "By back's killing me from that stupid sleeping bag."

"Ughh." Coraline rolled her eyes. Her back hurt too, but she wasn't going to complain. "What kind of house?"

"What about a castle?" Wybie exclaimed.

Coraline brightened at this. Any child's dream was to live in a castle. "Okay, a castle. With... two bedrooms, two bathrooms," she counted on her fingers. "a kitchen, a living room, a dining room, and..."

"A slug room?"

"...A slug room?" The girl raised a thin eyebrow.

"Yeah!"

"No."

"Aww..." Wybie pouted.

"Shut it. Okay..." Coraline took a deep breath. "I wish for a castle with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, and a living room."

The kids jumped back as a giant stone-and-marble castle appeared out of nowhere. It wasn't the creepy kind of castle. It was a beautiful one.

The two children looked at each other, before running inside.

"Mmm... nice spaghetti Jonesy." Wybie complimented as he twirled more noodles around on his fork. "Can't believe that you made it yourself."

"Well, since we have a kitchen now, I figured we don't have to wish for stuff." Coraline replied, taking a bite of her own food. They were sitting at the long dining table, a giant golden chandelier hanging from the ceilingand providing light for the two as they ate their dinner.

"Well, you're a really good cook." Wybie smiled. "I can cook too, y'know."

"You can?" Coraline's eyes widened and she gave him an unsure look.

"Yup. It's easy! I know how to make cake, mac n' cheese, mashed potatoes..." he shrugged.

"Huhh..." Coraline took another bite of your food, and the only sound was forks clinking against plates.

How long do you think we've been here?" Wybie asked, breaking the sudden silence. Coraline looked up into his curious eyes.

"I dunno." she honestly replied. "I'm thinking about four days."

"F-four days isn't really that bad..." the boy mused. "But we really should take advantage of this whole wishing thing."

"How?" Coraline stopped eating and stared at her friend. A sly smile spread across his face, and he cocked an eyebrow.

"I've got a few ideas..."

Very very long chapter. o.o

I just don't want my stories to have like, twenty chapters. But, oh well. The more Coraline, the better!

Wybie does have some ideas for what they can wish up, and boy are they good ones. :D