My first night in the factory was even more exciting than I thought it was going to be and that said a lot. Charlie and dad gave me a tour through the factory on this big pink boat. I wasn't surprised to see oompa lumpas there. I wasn't fond of them but I wasn't afraid of them either.

When the hour became near midnight Charlie told me goodnight and headed off to bed. Dad took me to my room. I wasn't surprised to see a lot of things in the room were covered with the letters 'WW'.

"You sure are full of yourself," I said without meaning to.

"Of course I'm full of myself," dad said. "Who else would I be full of?"

"I never thought of it like that," I said dropping down on the four poster bed.

"I know this room isn't really your style," My father said looking around.

My eyes went around the room. There was a large TV built into the wall and there was a cabinet beneath it. Next to the TV was a door which I guessed lead into my bathroom or my closet. There was a large couch that was covered with pillows. All of the pillows had the double Ws on them. Everything was just too damn bright.

"You can say that again," I whispered.

"I know this room isn't really your style!" He said louder this time.

He must have thought I hadn't heard him and wanted him to repeat it.

"I heard you," I said shaking my head. "You are right about this room but I have plenty of time to make it into MY room."

"I cleared my schedule for the next few days so that I could help you get settled in," Dad explained. "If you want I can take you shopping after school tomorrow."

School? The thought of it made me let out a long mental groan. I didn't go to school much. Pretty much only when mom made me. It just seemed like such a waste of time. I was going to make it big with The Undead Cats. I didn't need school for that.

"Sure thing dad," I said not wanting to bring up the fact I hated school at such a late hour. "That sounds like fun."

"Ok," he smiled. "I'm three doors down if you need anything."

"Sure thing dad," I said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he said and then left.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I was so tired from the eventful night that I didn't need music to help me sleep.

I didn't sleep peacefully throughout the night. I guess it was because I didn't have any music playing. Terrible nightmares about giant bags of potato chips chasing me. It didn't understand the dream and I wasn't surprised by it. I always had messed up dreams.

After rolling around in bed for some time I realized I wasn't going to sleep unless I went for a walk. When I couldn't sleep a nice walk almost always fixed things for me. The clock said two in the morning when I slipped out of my room.

The hallway was dark and silent. I took a few steps down the hallway and dim lights turned on. They must have been motion activated. I turned a hallway not really sure where I was going. I should have been more careful. The factory was so big that I could easily have gotten turned around.

I didn't walk long enough to get lost. I rounded a corner and it looked like there was just space there. A hard smack to my face told me that I walked into something. Fierce pain spread through out my noise and I could feel something warm coming out of it.

"Ow," I whimpered loudly and brought a hand up to my noise.

A glance down at my hand told me my nose was bleeding very badly. I climbed to my feet and manged to find my father's room. I didn't want to wake him up just for a bloody nose but it was bleeding pretty bad.

I knocked on the door a few times.

"Yes?" Dad called.

"It's Basil," I said in a whimpering tone.

The door flew open almost at once and dad was standing there with a worried look on his face.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I walked into something glass," I explained. "I didn't get a good look at it."

"That must have been the glass elevator," dad said with a sigh. "I should have told you about that earlier. Don't feel bad. I'm always walking into that damn thing. Come on in and I'll fix you up."

I rolled my eyes as I walked into my dad's bedroom.