When I woke up it was because my music had stopped. I couldn't sleep unless I had music going now matter how tried I was. I looked down at my Cd player and realized my batteries had died.

"Damn," I cursed.

Hopefully dad would have some batteries or I won't be able to sleep. When I cursed a few people turned and looked at me. I ignored them slipping my headphones off my neck and stuffing my Cd in my bag.

It looked like I had woken up at just the right time because the bus came to a sudden stop. People started to get off. I looked out the window and knew that it was the right stop right away. In the distance I saw a large factory that I knew had to be my father's.

When I got off the bus I got strange looks but after so many years that get easy to ignore. I shifted my guitar so that I could carry it on my back and started to walk towards the factory.

I had thought that factory was only a few minutes walk away. It turned out that it was nearly half an hour away on foot. When I reached the gate I just dropped down on the ground. I needed a rest. My legs felt like they weighted a ton and my heart was racing.

"A cigarette will calm me down," I said digging in my pocket for the pack I had. (AN. Yes I am aware cigarettes are called something different but since Basil spent a lot time in American with his mom he would call them cigarettes.)

I had quite a millions time but couldn't seem to quite for more than a few weeks. I put one in my mouth and lit. After a few puffs I relaxed against the gate. It was comfortable that I didn't want to move. But doesn't it seem that as soon as you get comfortable someone has to bother you.

"Can I help you?" A small voice asked.

I jerked my head up and saw a little boy looking at me. He couldn't have been over thirteen. After staring at him a minute I realized who he was. Charlie Bucket. He was the kid who won the factory. I threw my cigarette to the ground and put it out with my boots.

"You must be Charlie," I said offering my hand. "My name is Basil and I shake you warmly by the hand."

This was my normal form of getting and it scared most people. It didn't seem to bother Charlie. He just smiled and took my hand.

"You sound like Mr. Wonka," He said when he let go of my hand.

That caused my heart to leap from happiness.

"Really?" I asked. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

"You really are a strange," he said. "Most people would get offended if I told them they were like Mr. Wonka."

"I try my best to be like him," I explained. "You see he's my dad."

"Dad?" Charlie asked looking surprised. "You do look a lot like him! Where have you been all these years? He's never mentioned you."

"He doesn't know about me," I said. "It's really a long story."

"Why won't you come in?" Charlie asked. "You can join my family for lunch if you want. I'm sure Mr. Wonka will be there. You two can catch up on things."

"Sounds good to me," I said and followed Charlie into the factory.