The morning after Candy visited I woke up with a killer tooth ache. It felt like the back of my mouth was being ripped apart. When I went into my bathroom to brush my teeth I saw what the problem was. My wisdom teeth were trying to push up and there wasn't enough room for them.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and a Marilyn Manson shirt before I ran down stairs. In my rush I came face to face with the glass elevator. My face felt like it was being split in two. One of my hands were on my nose and the other was one the side of my mouth. I pressed the button for the chocolate room with my foot.

A few minutes later I walked out into the eatable field. I walked across the field and kicked open the door with my foot. The grandparents were still asleep but Dad, Charlie, Mr and Mrs. Bucket were sitting at the table.

"What happened to you?" Mrs. Bucket asked walking over.

"I have a terrible tooth ache," I explained sitting down at the table.

"Tooth aches make your nose hurt?" Dad asked. "Well, that's interesting."

"No," I said rolling my eyes. "I was running down here and ran into the damn elevator of yours."

My use of a swear caused all of the adults at the table to give a warning glare.

"Sorry," I said rubbing the side of my mouth. "I'm just in a lot of pain."

"Let me see," Dad said getting up from the table.

"What do you know about..." I started but dad cut me off.

"Just open your mouth," Dad said.

I didn't see how that made sense but I did open my mouth. Dad raised an eyebrow looking inside. He only stared into my mouth a few minutes before he stood up straight.

"Your wisdom teeth aren't going to come in at all," Dad explained. "If you don't go and get them pulled right away your whole mouth could get infected."

Everyone, including myself, was looking at dad with a surprised look. He just ignored all the looks at sat back down at the table.

"How do you know so much about teeth?" I asked.

"His father is a dentist," Charlie explained.

Dad gasp and looked at him like he had uttered some horrible swear.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"I was planning on telling Basil about my father in all good time," He explained.

"Sorry," the young boy said quickly.

"I think it would be a good idea for you to take Basil up there," Mr. Bucket suggested. "I think it would be good for you both."

"I went and saw my dad for Christmas," Dad said. "That wasn't even four months ago."

"Four months is a long time not to see your father," Mrs. Bucket said. "I'm sure he misses you and this would be a great time for him to met Basil."

"Alright," Dad gave in with a sigh. "I guess you two are right. He'll be delighted to met his grandson. Or at least I hope he will be."

"Why wouldn't he be?" I asked.

Dad didn't answer me question. He just stood up from the table and grabbed his coat.

"Where are you going?" Charlie asked.

"To call him," Dad explained. "Hopefully we can go tomorrow and get it over with."

"Do I have to go to school today?" I asked.

"Of course not," Dad said with a laugh.

Everyone seemed glad that the tension in the room had been broken.

"Get the Oompa Loompas to fix you an ice pack," Dad instructed putting his hat on. "And don't eat anything hard. We don't want your teeth to be in worse shape than they already are."

Dad bid us all farewell and turned to leave the house with opening the door. There was a loud 'bang' as he walked into the door.

"You really need to look where you are going," Charlie said with a laugh.

"I know," he said giggling.

He opened the door and walked out of the little house.

I took dad's advice and spent most of my time in bed. The Oompa Loompas were more than happy to help me out. In fact they started to get more than a little annoying half way through the day. They kept checking on me. I was sure that dad was putting them up to it. After I told them to leave me the hell alone they didn't drop by anymore.

Smoking wasn't a good idea but I couldn't help myself. It calmed my nerves and seemed to take the pain away. I knew it wasn't good for my teeth and that my grandfather was bound to give me crap for it.

Around the time Dad came to check on me I was watching Night of the living dead. He raised an eyebrow at the bloody scene.

"How you feeling?" He asked sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Better I guess," I said rubbing the side of my mouth.

"I have an appointment for you to see my father tomorrow morning," dad explained. "If you have them pulled you're going to be out of school for at least a week. Of course I don't think you'll mind that."

"Of course not," I said. "School isn't any fun."

Out of no where Dad started to slip off into flashback mode. I reached out a hand and started to shake him. After a few seconds he snapped out of it.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Another flashback," he explained with a dull tone in his voice. "I've had them like crazy since the Bucket family came to live with me."

"Charlie told me about that," I said.

"Oh," he said getting up from the bed. "I'll send up some soap for dinner."

"Soap?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Soup!" he corrected himself. "I'll send up some SOUP for dinner."

"Thanks dad," I said smiling.

"No problem son," he said. "I'm going to leave you to get some rest."

I nodded and dad walked out of the room.