A huge thank you to my continual reviewer Julianna Envy U you're a wonderful friend and person! I never could have had the courage to Wright this chapter if it weren't for you! xD I dedicate this chapter to you for being so wonderful! xD

After a short visit to the Milk of Human kindness room Willy decided to take Angie on a mini tour of the factory to show her some of the wonders of the factory. However, Angie could never even begin to prepare herself for what was about to happen next….

"That was amazing!" exclaimed Angie while practically prancing with glee next to Willy Wonka. (It was almost as if the milk of human kindness she drank had put her on some sort of a sugar high).

"Heh, oh, yea….it was vary amazing," answered Willy with more uncertainty in his voice then he had intended on showing. He had taken Angie to the milk of human Kindness room in high hopes of cheering her up but as soon as they got their Willy saw that the room had not only cheered her up but had also filled her with overflowing happiness. The moment she had taken a sip of the sweetest tasting chocolate milk with a hint of human kindness added it gave her the feeling you get when you haven't been treated kindly in so long and then all of the sudden some one walks up and gives you 50 dollars and tells you not to worry about it. she had felt this feeling before…but unfortunately only on rare occasions…and whenever those rare occasions would occur, she would try to hold onto them for as long as possible before fate would rip everything away yet again…leaving her with the same feelings of depression, grief and loneliness all over again. For Angie had learned from past, experiences that nothing good ever lasted long….even when it appeared it would last forever….

"So, what's next?" Angie asked surprisingly cheerfully as if all the uneasiness, fear, depression, loneliness and grief she had been, feeling earlier about the whole situation had disappeared completely…or at least she would have liked to hope they had….

"Ahh…heh, well, Angie theirs something I need to tell you…." Willy's face began to fall; also turning a shade paler and his huge violet eyes became saddened again and in that moment Angie was certain, something was terribly wrong….

It was also in this moment when Angie remembered the little oompa loompa incident earlier and she was almost certain what Willy had to tell her was something concerning what the oompa had told him…..

"What is it?" she asked her voice beginning to sadden and her heart beginning to sink even lower as soon as she shot a glance towards Willy's paler then usual; bewildered face.

"Well, heh, you can't stay here—"

"What do you mean? I new I couldn't stay here from the beginning…." She looked at Wonka, her eyes beginning to heat ever so slightly. "But your not going to make me go back…..are you?"

Willy bit his lip, "I'm afraid it's the only choice I have Angie….if only you new how sorry I am!" and in that moment Angie saw tears in the Chocolatier's eyes and new he was sincere. "I-I don't have any choice other then to send you back home… I-if I don't the police are going to take matters in their own hands…."

"How did they find out I was here? And why are they forcing you to make me go back home?" asked Angie her voice becoming more and more unsteady then she had ever intended it to sound.

"Here…take a look at this…." Wonka pulled from the inside of his Jacket pocket some sort of paper that had been crumbled up and stuffed into his pocket. He sadly handed it over to Angie who took it a little hesitant and began reading it over…

It stated that, police had found out about Angie's (supposal) kidnapping by the help of a 19-year-old man. The man had said that he had seen a teenage girl with plain medium brown hair wearing ripped Jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, being drug into an elevator maid of glass by who police believe to know as a 15-year-old boy kidnapper. The 19-year old also said he believed this was the work of a kidnapping as he seen the elevator fly towards the massive Wonka factory and disappear into the smoke. That was all police needed to hear before taking action and sending this notice to the factory owner stating the girl be released and taken home at once and if the owner takes no heed to this massage police would take matters fully in their own hands and force Angie out of the factory themselves.

"How can they do this…?" Angie whispered in a saddened slow tone of voice, her face turning many different shades of white. "They've turned the truth completely upside down! How could that stupid jerk do this to me! I wasn't kidnapped by Charlie I was rescued by him!" she said in disgust, growling as she crinkled up the paper as if it were her worst enemy.

"I-I know," said Willy (who had been hoping Angie would have taken the news lightly but after seeing her reaction he realized the situation was going to be harder then he expected..). "But they say it is true when in reality we know that Charlie was only trying to help you by bringing you here to my factory….why, they even have my poor Charlie pinned as being a kidnapper for wangdoodles sake when we know how untrue that information is!" he maid an angry fist while clutching his cane much tighter then usual. As if, he was ready to use it as some sort of weapon.

"What am I going to do?" asked Angie suddenly in a much different tone of voice. She sounded as if she were a lost child who had gotten lost in a grocery store and was pleadingly asking anyone she could find for any sort of help they could give her.

"I can't go back home….I just can't…" she said, now almost on the verge of tears but she forced them back nonetheless taking a breath, mentally telling herself she wasn't going to let herself cry...at least not in front of others. Therefore, she replaced her sorrow with rage and folded her arms, letting her sad gaze wander off to the floor.

Willy seemed to understand as he didn't say anything in response to this but only stared sadly at the floor as if he were in deep thought of how to solve this painful problem. he was trying to hatch up a plan to get Angie to remain calm and collected until police arrived to take matters in there own hands and bring her back home (even though this wasn't what he had hoped for he new it was the only choice he had..) he was hoping everything would go smoothly and this whole situation would soon be over. However, after seeing Angie's dramatic reaction to the news he felt he had no other choice but to do what he was about to do next…..

"Oh, I know!" Willy suddenly exclaimed using as much excitement as a 5 year old who is over excited to open presents on Christmas day. He took a hold of one of Angie's soft hands and excitedly led her down a surprisingly short hallway and up to an old wooden door. Although confused and overwhelmed with emotions, Angie pushed her rage aside, turning it back into sadness and followed the young Chocolatier willingly not caring ware she was led as long as it meant she would not have to return home.

Angie found the old wooden door to be an unusual site for all the other doors she had passed in the factory seemed to be maid of a rare metal. This door however, looked as if it had been handcrafted out of a rare kind of wood. A beautifully old wood and Angie for a reason even she wasn't quite certain of quickly found herself curious to know what was on the other side.

When she looked up at Willy, he had the face of an overexcited child who was dieing to show anyone who was willing to come with them something they had found vary exciting. He stopped before the door and gestured wildly for Angie to come closer then once she was close enough he crouched down to her level and looked her strait in the face for he couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye for that was something Willy Wonka was terrified of doing to anyone even his best friend Charlie.

"Now, Angie I want you to promise me to listen vary carefully to every word I'm going to say Kay?" he told her while studying her carefully and talking in a low tone as if he wanted to make sure that no one could listen in on their conversation.

Angie never said anything in response but slowly nodded her head in agreement, keeping her full attention on the chocolatier. Inside she was feeling a bit frightened on how the situation seemed to be going…and felt it better to nod then to say anything aloud.

"Good, now you see that door behind us?" here Willy gestured to the old wooden door behind them (the one Angie found herself to be so curious of) then turned back around to face her. "Well, when I say so I want you to run in that door as fast as your little legs can carry you. Then the moment your inside I want you to shut the door behind you and take of running as fast as you can in any direction. It doesn't really matter which one you choose as long as you make sure to take a run for it once you're inside". None of this maid any since to Angie and she quickly found herself having major second thoughts about what she was being told to do. but before she had any time to mention anything to Willy, an oompa loompa ran up to Wonka; tugged on his coat and after Willy had crouched down even farther to listen to what the little oompa had to say it whispered something fiercely in his ear sounding as if it were completely out of breath.

"O-ok, yea I'll take care of it," Willy answered after listening to all the oompa had to say. He swallowed hard as the oompa took of running in a random direction disappearing into one of my many little doors of the factory just as the last had done. Only this time Willy didn't freeze but instead (after a brief pause) quickly turned to Angie looking as if he were in some major rush "Kay, now remember all that I told you to do?" he asked her in a nervous tone.

"Yes, but--" she stopped and froze in fear for as soon as she looked back to Willy she saw an almost sinister grin creep across the Chocolatier's whole face sending chills up and down her spine.

He looked down at her and she suddenly felt the need to turn and run the opposite direction as fast as her legs would carry her. But before she she new what was going on Willy quickly said," Good, then you know what to do, now do it now, theirs absolutely no time to waste!" and the next thing Angela (for that was her full name) remembered was feeling strong arms grab her around her waist and throw her inside of what she guessed to be some sort of wardrobe leaving her with no chance of escape for she could hear the turn of a lock coming from the other side of the door as soon as she hit the hard floor of the wardrobe followed by (what sounded like) the satisfied sister laugh which belonged to the Chocolatier whom she once thought of as a friend. Once Wonka was sure, the door was locked and its prisoner had no chance of escaping he turned from the door and ran to the elevator. He opened it by the touch of a button and ran inside (the door closing behind him on its own) then pushed another button that read "entrance" and off zoomed the elevator in the direction it needed to go in order to get to its destination.

Angie slowly sat up and looked around herself at first unsure of how to respond. she found (much to her despair) that the room she had once been so anxious to have a look at looked exactly like any other ordinary closet with clothing hanging up and random forgotten objects lying here and there scattered throughout the floor, "so it was all just a trick after all" she growled angrily to herself as the full realization of what just happen to her finally hit her at full blow. she immediately picked herself up off the floor and angrily ran over to the door and started pounding on it; helplessly screaming out things like, "wait!" or "don't just leave me here!" or "help! Please anyone help me!" or "how could you do this?" but no matter how much or how long she protested, screamed, or pounded on the door no one ever came to her rescue and she soon reasoned that no one ever would.

She finally gave up and sank sadly to the floor of the wardrobe, hugging her knees to her chest and sadly staring at all the different sizes and colors of coats that looked as if they were designed for Eskimo's or some sort of magician as she willingly allowed thoughts and feeling of hurt and despair take over her. she new what was going to happen if police found her… she would either be sent back to her small house in London which was just down the street from the massive Wonka factory; or if the bombings (due to the horrid war which had just started taking place in London) became any worse she would most likely be sent away somewhere safe by train until things calmed down in London and the war was finally over. Truthfully she would rather be sent away on one of London's many trains then be sent back home, her home life had been hard enough without the war.

How could I have been so stupid? You think I would have learned from all the other times people have done things like this to me…it's clear to me that I can't manage do anything right.…. Angie thought helplessly to herself as tears of anger and grief formed in her eyes as she struggled not to let them fall, I should just give up….police are going to force me to return home anyways….I just know they will…..I would rather be sent away on some train then be sent back home…..I wish I could trash this world and go somewhere a million miles away from here….or for that matter a million dominion's away from here….it wouldn't matter as long I could be out of this stupid world full of people who do nothing but hurt you even when your already down and out…. Two small tears were now just beginning to trickle down her cheeks, what I wouldn't give to be out of this world….rescued by someone who would love me nomatter what…… she sighed as she shook herself out of her reverie and entered back into reality. (She did so somewhat reluctantly though, as she had grown to hate the vary idea of reality as it had always been so cruel to her throughout her life) "oh, stop it" she said to herself out loud, "you know that could never happen there's no such thing as other worlds….and even if there was; why would anyone care enough to rescue you? After all you deserve to be in this terrible mess you've stupidly gotten yourself into anyways, you've got no one to blame but yourself. it's always been that way and it's not going to change anytime soon…" tears of sorrow and regret began rolling down her cheeks as she engaged into a trip down memory lane… she remembered how she had always failed her parents and how she could never managed to be considered 'the smart one' in school. it seemed every bad memory she had ever had to endure at some point and time in her life was somehow finding it's way back to the service of her mind just as they had seemed to do every other time something like this would happen….she remembered the hurtful words her mother had always said to her whenever they were in an argument. she remembered her father always threatening to leave her and her mother over petty things and she remembered how she would always beg him to stay up until she had turned thirteen, when she no longer cared if her dad left or not. After hours of contemplating her painful memories, Angie finally stopped herself saying, "No Angie just stop it it's all in the past and tomorrow may not be as bad as you think it will be…" letting the hurt settle within her the young teenager layed down the best she could in the fairly large wardrobe and forced herself to fall asleep thinking if she drifted off into dreamland it would numb the hurt she felt inside if only for a little while until she would be forced to be awakened into reality where dreams are only mere fantasy's

Ok, I know this chapter may not be the greatest but it gets the story to where it needs to be…heh, oh, and just so you guys know and hopefully don't get confused, I just want to warn you that there's been a MAGOR plot twist in the storyline…..and I'm now attemting to make this fic a Narnia/Catcf crossover so please tell me what you think but please be nice even if you don't think it's a good idea. (Oh, and I'm SO SORRY for the wait on this chapter…I've had a bad case of writers block when it comes to this story but hopefully the next chapter will be up faster then this one was….although I'm terrible sorry but I can't make any promises that it will….)