"Momma!" whined the little girl. "I wanna play outside"

"Honey, not yet," said Reya from the kitchen. "Let me finish giving Ronnie his bath and then we'll go out." She smiled a little and went back to washing Ronnie, who was splashing the water around in the sink. Children were so impatient, but so wonderful. Little Jessica, who was standing with her arms folded and lip sticking out, was a very vivacious child and very lively. She was also a little drama queen which they always got a hoot out of. The times it would really become a problem was when she would accidentally lock herself in a closet and then the fits would come. She was very claustrophobic, and whenever she would wind up in a small closed in space, she would usually throw large fits to the point of either passing out, or starting to bang her head into the wall, so they were very careful.

"It's gonna be night time soon!" protested Jessica.

"It's only two thirty, honey. Two more minutes. I promise. Two more minutes." Jessica pouted and stomped off to the front door to wait. Even though two minutes isn't that long of a time span, so a child eager to go outside and play, it's an eternity times twenty. She was getting fidgety and anxious, staring at the door. All she could see were her hands turning the knob, and then running out into the beautiful day to play forever.

Looking behind her, she saw that her mommy was taking Ronnie out of the sink and drying him off. Any minute now she'd be ready... why was it taking so long? She stamped her foot, but nothing happened. Glancing at the door again, she decided that mommy would have to see she was big enough to take care of herself, and then she'd be able to play. So she opened the door and scuttled outside, into the bright sunny day.
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Reya had only gotten Ronnie's clothes on when she heard the screaming from outside. She stood silent for a minute, and suddenly recognized the voice. "Jessie!" she shouted, and ran, carrying Ronnie with her. The front door was open and she panicked. "Jessie!" she shouted again and ran outside, looking around. There was nothing. No sight or sound of Jessica or any sign of her being in the house. "Oh my god!" she gasped, running around the house, trying to find her. About fifteen minutes later, she called the police and that was when the nightmare officially began for her and the rest of the family.
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"Mr. Wonka, there's a call waiting for you," said the squeaky loompa voice. Wonka, who was mixing together a new concoction, set down the test tubes and took off his goggles.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"It's the Mrs. She sounds like she's crying, sir." He nodded and stepped out of the inventing room to answer the call.

"Honey?" he asked, once he had the phone.

"Oh my god! Willy... I don't know what happened! There was screaming and I ran but... oh God"

"Whoa," he said. "Slow down, I can't understand you, dear! Breathe"

"I can't breathe!" she half screamed. "Jessica's gone!" The world around him went silent and he stared blankly at the wall in front of him. All he could think of was the little carrot top with blue eyes, sitting on her tricycle she had gotten for Christmas a year ago.

"I can ride all by myself, Daddy!" he remembered her saying, and he had given her a hug.

"Willy!" cried Reya, and he snapped back to reality.

"What happened?" he asked, trying to remain calm, a fight he knew he would lose.

"I don't know! She was standing in the kitchen, asking me to take her outside, then I heard these screams and... she's gone! Someone took her!" She started sobbing, and Wonka buried his face in his hand.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"She's nowhere! We've searched the house, the police searched the house, she's gone"
"All right, I'll be right there."

"Okay," she sobbed, and he hung up, returning the phone to its receiver.

"Is there a problem, sir?" asked an oompa-loompa.

"My daughter's just been kidnapped," he said, the reality still not fully sinking in. The oompa, on the other hand, looked mortified and placed a hand over its mouth.

"Anything I can do?" he asked.

"If she turns up here, call me. I have to get home to my wife. She shouldn't be alone right now. Oh dear..." He left without saying anything else and ran to his car, opening and slamming the door as fast as he could. As he placed the keys in the ignition he heard giggling and looked in the rearview mirror.

"Daddy, look at the doggy!" He turned his head to look out the window, but there was nothing there.

"What doggy, honey-" but she was gone. It had all been in his head and he shook himself to snap out of it. As he pulled out of the driveway, he heard the giggles again, this time from the passenger seat, and he looked at her.

"Daddy, I forgot to bring Lucy." Lucy was her doll she had carried around with her since she had been able to walk. It was her most treasured possession in the world, and she always pitched a fit if she forgot it somewhere.

"Is she in the house?" he asked softly, shaking because he knew she wasn't real.

"I don't know," she said, and vanished.

"No," he said, reaching over to grab her, but she was gone. "Jessica"

"Daddy, play with me!" He looked out the window and saw himself kneeling in front of her. She had her arms stretched out and he stood up.

"I can't honey. Daddy's got to go to work," he heard himself say softly. "I'll play with you when I get home, I promise." Jessica pouted and they both disappeared. From in the car, he closed his eyes and rested his head on his arm over the steering wheel, finally feeling the impact sink in and he started to cry. "Oh, Jessie," he whispered, shaking as the hot tears came at last.
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(A/N: Thanks for not killing me, those who were ready to because they were waiting for this fic. I'm not comparing myself to her at all because I'm nowhere near as good a writer, but I feel like J.K. Rowling. Everyone going crazy for a sequel and waiting and anticipating it... it's so cool! Thanks to all the readers, I couldn't have done this without you. Actually, I probably still would have but it wouldn't have been as magical. Quick question, if all three of these fics were a series, what would you call the series? I got nothing here b/c the creative train's been to almost every stop. Any ideas, I'd love to hear them! Also, I want to know, like out of Some Devil and Some Angel, what was your all time fav quote/scene. Yes, this is a velveta cheesy times a thousand request, but I'm serious. I want to know so I can know what elements people like and I can work on being a better writer. Email me, or PM me on the Tim Burton Collective forum (username: Smeagol's girl). Thankyou, and my shpeal is over, so bye!)