Your eyes flutter open, and you look around at your surroundings. Everything was white and plain looking, you have an I.V attached to your arm and there's an annoying machine located to your right that keeps on beeping, which you only assume the beeping is monotoring your heart beat. A hospital, just peachy. Then you suddenly remember that you were in a car accident! You jump up from your laying position, your head pounding as you do so, and you begin to frantically check yourself to see if there was any extensive damage. Just then the doctor walked in.

''Miss Harker, please sit back.'' Said the skinny, bald doctor as he eased you back onto your pillow and readjusted his glasses. ''My name is Doctor Green. You were in a car accident only three hours ago. Your friend who was driving the car is perfectly healthy, beside small scratches, and you seem to be ok as well, other then the fact that you have a badly twisted ankle, but if you stay off of it for the next two weeks it should be as good as new.'' While Doctor Green was talking you were thinking of only one thing, the golden ticket.

''Where are my clothes, and everything I was brought in with?'' you asked desperately. You're wearing a hospital gown.

''They should be on the chair that is located to your left.'' replied the Doctor who was still examining your chart.

You turned around and began to searched the chair but found no golden ticket. Panic spread through you and your heart started to beat faster causing the machine next to you to beep more quickly. The doctor tried to ask what was wrong but you were far too busy thinking of where the ticket might be and couldn't be bothered to answer the doctor. Just then Tyrrill walked into the room.

''Oh my god, Angela I am so sorry. The car accident was all my fault. The doctor said you would be ok in a couple weeks...is there anyway you can forgive me?'' Tyrrill asked as she walked up to your bed.

''The ticket Tyrrill! Where is the golden ticket!'' you demanded desperatly.

''Oh, it's here!'' Tyrrill pulled the ticket out of her pocket and handed it over to you. ''When we crashed I saw that you passed out so I called the ambulance, and when they came to pick you up, I saw the golden ticket still in your hand and I kept it for you.''

''Thank god! I thought I had lost it. Hey Doctor Green, is it possible for me to fly to England with this ankle of mine?'' you asked.

''Um, I dont see how it could be a problem, as long as you remember to stay off of it everything will be fine.'' He said, ''and you can leave the hospital as soon as one of the nurses takes out your I.V, and gives you the discharge papers.''

''Thanks doctor Green.''

''Oh, and the nurse will also give you some crutches to take home, and with you on your trip if need be.''

''Thanks, again.'' you replied. The doctor only nodded and then left the room. You quickly looked at Tyrrill, then read the ticket.

''What does it say?'' asked Tyrrill.

''Same thing as in the movie. Personal tour of the factory with Willy Wonka himself, after the tour you receive a lifetime supply of chocolate. Thats about it.'' you finished

''Wait! What about the huge prize for one lucky guest? In the movie Charlie won the whole chocolate factory, does it say anything about that on the ticket?'' Tyrrill asked.

''No. I guess its just a tour of the factory.''

''But whats the point of that? In the movie he was looking for a heir to his factory, so whats the point of this tour?''

''I really dont know. Maybe he's just bored.'' you shrugged. A nurse entered the room and started turning off all the machines and taking out the I.V.

''Well, when is this tour?''

''In three days, which means Im leaving today. I have to go to England, find a hotel and get comfortable.''

''Does it say anything else on the ticket? Can you bring anyone?'' Tyrrill asked nudging your arm.

''All it says is you must be 18 or over.''
''Oh, maybe its a rated 'R' tour. The part of the factory that even Charlie can't visit.'' Tyrrill mocked and couldnt help but laugh at her own joke.

''Maybe, but Im going to go out on a limb here and guess that the last time Willy Wonka had a tour of the factory the children caused problems what with some of them touching his chocolate, that shouldnt be touched by human hands, eating chewing gum that wasnt ready to be tested, trying to steal one of his squirrels, and pushing his buttons. I think that adults have more restraint then children and a tad more compassion towards Mr.Wonka and the things he has spent his whole life creating.'' you said, getting out of bed, and putting on your pants.

''Well, sure, if you want to make sense, then yeah that sounds right.''

''I cant wait! I'm going to meet Willy Wonka!'' you pulled a black t-shirt over your head, slipped on only your left shoe, considering that your right foot was bandaged, grabbed the crutches that were propped up against the hospital bed, and got up. ''Come Tyrrill, you shall help me make my flight arrangements!''

''Oh goodie! That is exactly what I was planning to do tonight!''

''Hush, Tyrrill, dont be so sarcastic. You're bringing down my excitement.'' you said as you slowly make your way out of the hospital.