For some overly-weird reason, they went into the closet to continue what had previously been interrupted (I mean, who goes into a coat closet-at their own HOUSE to, well, do that kind of thing?) and shut the door behind them. "Whew…" Ashley said. She opened the bedroom door enough to get her whole head out for a look around. I stood up and peeked over her shoulder "Looks all clear to me! Let's get out of here!" Ashley nodded and started for the door on her tippy toes. I grabbed the belt loop of her jeans (I do this for some reason when I'm following her, if I'm nervous.) and followed after her. We finally reached the door. Ashley put her hand to the knob and started slowly turning it, as quietly as possible. When it was fully turned, she began to pull on the door to open. Much to our dismay, it had the loudest squeaky soundI've ever heard things like doors make.

I put my hand over my mouth, as if to make the sound go away. It was then that we heard some moans coming from the closet, and its doorknob began to turn. Ashley turned around to me, wide eyed, and I yelled to her "GO!" She pulled the door open and started running down the road, and believe me, I followed suit. I pulled the door shut behind me and caught up with Ashley. We spotted a restaurant called "Sparkle's Place" and as we were running, I pointed to it and she got the jist. Once we were inside, we sat down at a booth in the corner. We were both breathing hard, and sweat was trickling down my back. A pitcher of water was placed at our table, along with two cups. Ashley and I just sat there, breathing, almost in a daze. Finally, I reached for a cup & got myself a drink.

Ashley did the same, and after we'd finished off the pitcher of water we began to talk. "This is bad, Ashley, this is really bad…" I said, wiping the sweat from my brow. She took a napkin from the table and wiped up the few drops of water that had spilled from our glasses. Once she seemed satisfied with the cleanliness of the table, she said "Okay, we've gotta think about this...Didn't that whole house seem fimiliar? And that guys' voice, I KNOW I've heard that voice before. It's just too weird to be coincidental".

I rubbed my eyes, and yawned. For some reason I was so incredibly exhausted, I felt almost drugged. Then something inside my brain clicked "WAIT A SECOND!" I yelled (and thankfully we were the only two people in the restaurant; aside from staff of course) "That girl, Darling, what'd she call the guy?" Ashley was rubbing her neck and leaning against the back of her chair. She suddenly sprang up, apparently she'd come to the same conclusion I had, and said "James! She called him James! And those people that came in, they were telling him his mission! Exactly like in Live and Let Die"

I got out of my seat and started walking back and forth infront of our booth. "That means that we're in the 70's, in a James Bond movie!". I was trying to take it all in, as I thought Ashley was doing too, when she said "I can't believe we're in a James Bond ! When I think of all the dvd's I would've killed to get transported into!" I rolled my eyes and sat back down "Ashley, you're such a dork"

We were both overcome with exhaustion. Even as much as we wanted to think, talk, and try to figure things out, we physically couldn't. You know that state of sleepiness when the things that you think you're saying are not at all the things that come out of your mouth? Yep, we were THAT tired. I laid my head down on the table and started falling asleep when I felt Ashley's hand shaking my shoulder. "Aubrey! You cannot go to sleep in a restaurant! Sit up…you're making me want to sleep too…they'll throw us out…don't fall asleep…I am so tired" I tried to wake up and fully comprehend what she was saying to me, I really did try I'm sure, but it was a lost cause and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up I was in a bed, with covers pulled around my chin. 'Ok, who tucked me in? I never pull the covers up THIS far' I thought to myself. I rolled over and found that ashley was right beside me, with the covers pulled right up. 'Hmm, that explains a thing or two' I got out of bed and I was more than a bit disoriented at first, discovering that I was most definitely not in my own room. (I really shoulda noticed this earlier…) Then a flood of memories washed over me. I remembered the previous night, but I most certainly didn't remember anything to do with a proper bed; Only a cold, uncomfortable booth at some greasey place where all the waitress seemed to be concerned about was making sure that we got enough water to flood ourselves with.

I shook Ashley to get her to wake. She rolled over and buried her face in her pillow and said "No, no…it can't be time to wake up, please no"