Author Speaks: I just had a blast with this story, so don't expect it to make sense. It was all for my selfish fun. Truly, this is the most fun I've ever had writing a story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the thoughts in my head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In a rundown, one-story house, a young woman sat and stared at her radio. Her eyes glazed over as she realized just what the lyrics meant in that song, and how they were talking to her. She recognized that the music wanted her to sing out loud and bring the music to life, but she dared not; she learned long ago to keep quite when she was alone. Sometimes she got an answer back, and in those times she was the most unsettled and disoriented. However, she also realized that she suffered from schizophrenia, among other things, and left the hypnotizing radio in search of the nicely chilled alcohol that was waiting for her in the fridge.

Of her 19 years of existence, she had only been insane for about 7 of them. But she had been a genius all her life. In her rather spacious, inexpensive home that she conned from the owner, she housed several hundred innovative creations that were for her eyes only. One of which was a prototype for a transdementional receiver, or as she called it, the 'Other World Go-Getter'. Today was the day she would try it out, but not before the alcohol was more powerful than the insanity.

A few good, long sips later, and the sanity deficient woman was prepped for the trial run of her invention. A slightly drunken smile found it's way to her face just as her body found it's way to the machine. She decided that it was safe to hum, so she did just that and pushed a few buttons that would get the thing going. (Beware. After this part, I have a mood swing and get silly wit it.)