I was reluctant to go with him at first, since I had no idea where he would take me. This place seemed mysterious enough, and the last thing I wanted was to get lost in it. It had a certain charm, however, as did the man who owned it. It was an indescribable charm, one that grabbed you in its clutches and swallowed you up before you could even think. "Yes, sir."

"Now, I have to ask you, have you ever seen a room with no walls?"

"Not that I can recall, sir. Then it wouldn't be classified as a room, would it?"

"No I suppose it wouldn't."

He said nothing else; he just cut himself off in the middle of the conversation. As we walked down a completely white hallway, I realized something. This hall had no end! You could walk in any given direction and you wouldn't run into anything. "A room with no walls." I said under my breath.

"Mr. Wonka, how can we be going anywhere when this place never ends? There are no doors, windows, or anything! We will never get out of here!"

I received no response. Wonka was gone. He had vanished before my very eyes, even though I was watching him the whole time. I was left completely alone, in the pure white never-ending stretch of floor with no one to guide me out of it. I did my best to stay calm, but I had much trouble doing so, and thus began to yell for help. "Hello? Help me! I'm lost in here! Mr. Wonka! Help!!!" it was no use. I had to wait. If I ran in one direction, I may get even more lost. I decided to stay where I was. I sat on the floor, hoping to hear something. It was silent. Dead silent.

I had found that while I was scared, it helped to sing. As I sat, I began to make up a song to calm myself. It was the very song my mother used to sing me when I was young, before she and my father died.

Don't fear, my little child, no harm will come to you.
As long as you believe, it's all that you can do.
Don't let tears fall from your eyes, when in doubt, look to the sky.
When you're lost, my little child, you will be found, just wait a while.
If you're alone, you mustn't fear. I will be with you. I'm right here.

That song always helped me when I was afraid, and it still did. Even if I had to stay there forever, I wouldn't mind. As I repeated the song that was so dear to me, I heard him.

"That is a beautiful song, I must say."

"Oh, there you are! How did you disappear like that? I-I was following you, and you were gone."

"Where did you learn it?" he hadn't heard the question I had asked.

"My mother." I said, turning away from him.

"Something wrong?"

"No, sir. I'm fine."

"Ok then, if you say so. Now, come! We must continue."

Somehow, we ended up in a blue-colored room. It seemed perfectly normal. Finally! Someplace that I will be able to think straight!

"Now, are you thirsty?" the randomness of his questions was beginning to become a bit irritating.

"Yes, sir. I haven't..."

He snapped his fingers before I could even finish, and another little man appeared. "You sent for me, sir?"

"Yes, I would like you to get us something to drink."

"'Us' sir? Who is your little friend?"

"I gave you a direct order, Oompa 7. Are you refusing?"

"No, sir! I will get it right away."

It seemed that this man was very straight forward when his helpers did not follow his direct orders, which I found a bit harsh. I was in no hurry to say it, since I was afraid of the man myself.

"I have hot chocolate, and I have milk. Do you have a preference?"

"No, sir I will drink either one. Thank you for offering me some."

"It's no problem."

The man returned, with two glasses on a tray. "Here you are, sir. Hot chocolate for you, and milk for the lady."

"Why thank you, Oompa 7."

"Anything for you and your guest Mr. Wonka."

"Now, where were we?"