The main entrance way of the factory seemed normal enough and that made me frown. I was expecting some more extraordinary since the maker of the room had been my dad. Charlie must have noticed because he smiled up at me.

"Don't worry," he said. "The next room is a lot more interesting."

I smiled and followed Charlie to the end of the hallway. All I could see was small door. Charlie pulled out a ring of keys and unlocked the small door. I didn't bother to ask. I was sure there was a reason behind this.

"It's to lock in all the chocolaty goodness," Charlie explained opening a bigger door. "At least that's what Mr. Wonka says."

"And he's perfectly right," I said.

Charlie walked through the door and I followed him. The sight that greeted me was more along my lines. It was like I had stepped into another world. It was a beautiful field with chocolate rivers and candy all over the place. In the center was a run down house.

"That's my house," Charlie explained and pointed at it. "We sure hurry. My mother is sure to be wondering where I am."

The two of us headed across the field towards his house. I couldn't help but reach out and pluck a caramel apple off the tree. I started to eat it as we walked into the house. The table in the house was full of people. There were four rather old people, a middle age woman, and a middle age man.

"Hello Mom," he said hugging the woman and then hugging the man. "Hey Dad. I want you to met my friend Basil."

"Hello," I said shaking their hands. "Nice to meet you."

"And this is Joe, Josephine, George, and Georgina," Charlie said introducing me to the old people.

Each one of them waved hello to me and made nice greetings. George gave me a funny look but didn't say anything. Georgina was the only one who said anything out of ordinary.

"You smell like peanuts," She said laughing. "Just like the man with the funny hair cut."

"She means Mr. Wonka," Joe said politely.

"Well in that case," I said kissing Georgina's hand. "Thank you very much."

"Have a seat," Mr. Bucket said pulling a chair out for me.

I sat my guitar and coat down next to the door and sat down in the chair.

"Mr. Wonka should be down in a minute and we'll start eating then," Mr. Bucket said sitting down across from me.

Charlie smiled and sat down at the table. I guess he was going to keep out little 'secret' secret until dad got here. There was no reason to have to tell the story twice. We only had to wait a few minutes. The door slammed open hard and a man walked in.

He was wearing a long red overcoat, a black suit underneath, a top hat, and knee high boots. I smirked when I saw his hair cut. Short and slightly curled. I liked it. The man took off his hat and jacket and dropped them on the floor next to my things.

"Sorry I'm late," he said sitting down at the table. "Those dang sheep got lose and got into the cotton candy. It was a big mess..."

He stopped when he noticed me.

"Oh I'm sorry Mr. Wonka," Mr. Bucket said. "This is Basil. He's a friend of Charlie's."

"Oh hello," he said shaking my hand. "Good morning starshine..."

"The earth says hello," I finished for him.

"Wow," he said his face lightening up. "I've never met anyone else you knew that."

"Oh yeah," I laughed. "It's a song."

"Impressive," he said and started to eat his food. "Where did someone as young as you learn that song?"

"My mother used to sing it to me," I said.

Dad stopped his fork in mid air and looked at me. He had a questioning look on his face.

"Her name is Jenna Nessie," I said. "Perhaps you two know each other."

My father stopped moving and just looked forward. It looked kind of like he had fell asleep. The only deference was his eyes were open.

"Oh flashback mood," Charlie explained. "He'll snap out of in a minute or two. He's just remembering something."

A few minutes passed before Dad looked at me.

"I remember her all right," he said with a gulp. "And I think I have an idea what is going on here."

"You do?" I asked.

Everyone was watching us. The dinner was sitting in front of them forgotten.

"She had a baby didn't she?" Dad asked.

"Yes," I said. "And I am he."

"Well this is wonderful," he said smiling. "It's unexpected but it's not bad. I expect the unexpected and something unexpected has happened. Does that make it expected or unexpected."

"It's still unexpected," I explained. "Because if it was expected you would have expected it for sure."

"Very good logic," he said nodding to himself.

"I came here because I was wondering if I could stay with you for a while," I said. "I'm not here to take over or anything. I have my own job I was just want to spend some time with you is all."

"Of course you can stay," Dad said pulling me into a hugger."It's merrier the more around here or is that more the merrier. Oh it doesn't matter."

"Great now there's two of them," George complained and the room was filled with groans.