Chapter Three: Monkee See Monkee Do.

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"Is she dead?" One voice asked.

"No, I don't think so. Probably just knocked out. How, though, is beyond me."

"Hey fellas, what are you staring a...t…"

"Uh-oh, Davy fell in love."

"Again? That's the fourth girl today!" Before Davy could say anything else, he was whisked away to a closet where he was locked up.

"Get him out of here. We don't want to scare her when she wakes up."

"Too late." Erin said while rubbing her head. "Where am I?" She looked around the house she was in and it looked oddly familiar. Then she looked at her rescuers and it became very clear. They were all there. Micky, Peter, Mike, and Davy. All four of the Monkees. And they all looked exactly like the original characters.

"Oh, oh, you must think we're so rude." Micky said. "Let me introduce my self, I'm…"

"Micky Dolenz," Erin whispered softly.

"Yeah. How did you know?" He suddenly got excited. "Are you a fan?"

"Ummm…. Sort of?" Erin was still trying to figure out how she got in the Monkee's 'pad'. "So, uhh, can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot." Mike said. In a flash, then Micky had changed into a cowboy costume and shot Peter.

"Wow. Just like in an episode."

"Episode?" Mike asked.

"Yeah. You know, your TV show?"

"We have a TV show?" Davy came out of the closet he was locked in.

"Yeah."

"How long has it been running?" All of the boys were getting excited.

"Well, it ran for a bout two years but then it was canceled in like 1970."

"What do you mean?"  Peter's anticipation had turned to a frown.

"What do you mean, 'What do you mean?' ?"

"Its not even 1967. How can a show that we never created get canceled in 1970?"

"What year is it?" Erin was beginning to get scared.

"It's 1966."

"Funny. You all think your pretty funny, don't you? Well you're not! You're all very sick people!"

"Hey, calm down. We didn't mean to alarm you. Maybe the blow to her head gave her amnesia?" Micky got up from the sofa that Erin had been laying on. "I'm going to call a doctor."

"No! No, I'm just fine." Erin tried to figure out how a TV could bring her to this…this place. It had taken her back in time and to a world that never existed. The Monkee's never had a 'pad' and they didn't live together. And things were exactly like the TV shows. It was like an alternate dimension where fiction was reality. "How did I get here?"

"That's what we were going to ask you." Mike said, "We just came home from a gig and there you were. You looked just like Goldie Locks." Just then a blond wig appeared on Erin's head. She pulled it off with haste.

"Well, um, I don't really know myself."

Peter stepped forward. "A question? Do you always cry in your sleep?" Every one stared at Erin and all she could do was blush.

"Do I? I had no idea."

"Oh. I just thought…"

"It's okay. Really."

"So." Davy sat down incredibly close to Erin. "What's your name?"

Erin pushed him away with her foot. "It's Erin and I enjoy my space, thank you."

The rest of the night was spent talking and laughing. They talked about everything. About music, politics, and fashion. Anything that came to their heads. Even though their jokes were out dated, Erin still laughed like she had never heard them before. The end of the night came quickly.

Mike let out a huge yawn. "What time is it?"

"About nine o'clock." Micky answered.

"We should probably get to bed." They all agreed. "Do you need a ride home, Erin?"

Erin had almost forgotten about home. How was she going to home? Micky wrapped his arm around her shoulder as if he knew she couldn't go home.

"You can sleep on the couch if you want." He said with a smile. Davy jumped to Erin's side.

"Or, you know, you could just spend a few days with us and we'll have a groovy time."

"I think I'll just spend the night on the couch. Thank you." She gave everyone a big hug, but the disappointed Davy received a firm handshake. Erin tried to sleep, but her body wouldn't allow her to rest until she had figured out a way to get home. She got up and walked onto the balcony of the apartment.

"I'm so lost. Oh, Erik. Help me to find my way home." Erin knew that no one would answer. Her insides hurt from all the confusion. Erin thought of days before and what she did when she felt lost. She knew exactly what would help her to feel better. "You were once my one companion. You were all that mattered. You were once a friend and father- then my world was shattered. Wishing you were somehow here again…wishing you were somehow near… Sometimes it seems if I just dream, somehow you would be here…" Erin stopped singing.

"That was very beautiful." Micky stated.

"Thank you. Did I wake you? I do that sometimes, I'm sorry."

"No I just came down to check on you and you weren't there. I saw you out here and wondered what you were doing. May I ask who 'Erik' is?"

"Erik? Erik is my… my everything. I love him but he has no idea who I am. He's like my protector. He helps me when I'm scared or in trouble or lost."

"I see."

"I can't stay here. I have to go home."

Micky nodded. "Will you visit?" Tears filled Erin's eyes.

"No. I can't. It's very dangerous and I'm not supposed to be here in the first place. I'm sorry."

"You say that a lot."

"I have a lot to be sorry for."

"Oh, well I insist you stay the night and then you can leave in the morning. Okay?"

"All right."

"Hey, maybe you can go home the same way you came?" Micky gave a small smile and walked back inside.

"That's it!" Erin's mind began to race. "Okay, I touched the TV, which had the Monkee's on it and then I came here. So to get home… I have to touch something from my time." She thought for a long time about what she could touch but nothing came to mind. Erin looked down and slapped her forehead. "My clothes! I can use my clothes!" Erin held the hem of her shirt in both of her hand and closed her eyes. "Please work!"