Alright! Next chapter. I was able to squeeze this out by the skin of my teeth! I have to leave to the airport (Argh...) in about eleven hours. I need to pack my bags and get shuffling... Whew

I want to personally thank Radina for being my first comment and I want to inform you readers that there will be No Romance between Wonka and Mary. I assure you, the only kind of "relationship" that there'll be between them would probably be an older brother or some sort of family-type.I am being careful about this, so don't worry. Rest easy... I'm not that insane. x) However, I have given you hints on if there is going to be any kind of a relationship in this story.

Disclaimer: Willy/Wonka Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (c) ...Respective owners... Don't sue me!

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Cloud and Fog. Same thing?

No way… The Famous Factory? Closed? Why…? After moving down here, getting all excited…and then getting the bomb in your face. Pretty much squishing the dreams like a tiny bug… There must be a reason. There's gotta be--!

"Now, now," The Doctor murmured gently, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and giving it to the sorrowful child, "It's not all bad…"

Mary weakly took the handkerchief and muttered a 'thank you' then buried her face in it, "I… Is Mr. Wonka st-still there, r-right?" She asked with the hint of hope that was left within her crushed spirits.

Dr. Brown paused, looking up at the falling sky with his hands at his sides, "Well now, let me think…," Then, he snapped his fingers with a grin, "Yes! I believe so! Why, do you want to meet the man, little girl?" Dr. Brown asked with a gentle smile.

Mary's heart flew from its grave and fluttered around her head as she hopped up and down in the snow happily, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she said in a joyous voice, clapping her wooly hands together. I knew it! Mary thought, I knew it, I knew it, I just kneewww it!

The Doctor laughed, his jolly stomach wobbling up and down like jello, "That's a bit better! You didn't look right upset… But how on earth are you going to get in?" He asked.

"Through the front door, silly!" Mary giggled, rubbing the corners of her eyes.

Dr. Brown laughed again. What a cheery fellow he is! "There's a problem with that"—Mary's smile vanished instantly—"You see, there's a large, tall iron gate blocking the entrance in the factory, not only that, there's a wall surrounding the factory itself. Now," He folded his arms and looked down at Mary with a raised brow, "how are you going to get in, again?" He asked.

"I'm not going to give up! I won't give up!" Mary said angrily, "Thank you again Dr. Brown, sir, but I think I'm going to be on my own…" She turned herself around and began to run towards the smoke.

"Wait, wait!" Dr. Brown called out, "I didn't catch your name, little girl!"

Mary glanced behind, still running, "Mary A. Connor, Dr. Brown! That's my name!" She shouted.

"Well then…," The Doctor said to himself, and then shouted towards Mary, "Gods Speed, Mary Connor!" He began waving his gloved hand in the air, "And good luck!"

Mary glanced behind again to say thank you, but she lost sight of him in the snow.

It was starting to snow rather heavily now…

"Whoa, it's really starting to snow…," she muttered. Her legs were beginning to numb so Mary decided to slow down a tiny bit, batting her arms to keep warm, "Ha… Ha…Whew…," She huffed and puffed for air, rubbing her hands together and breathing hot breath in them, also wrapping her scarf around her mouth and nose to try not to freeze like a popsicle. When did it get to darn cold? She thought.

Then, Mary started looking around. There were no more buildings. No more street lamps and no more people. It was as if she was walking in a cloud. Mary looked down: solid ground, no cloud. So, what was she in? Is this what they call 'fog'? Mary moved from an area where snow was rare and only fell a few inches then melted a few hours later. She's never been in a fog before. Mary felt herself panicking, breathing rapidly and jerking her head around for search of life.

"H-Hello?" Well, the fact that her voice was covered by fuzz, it was muffled, making it impossible for anyone—if there was anyone else—to hear. Her small voice only echoed around her like a deep, dark, murky cave. Ok…, Mary thought, Don't be scared… Just keep walking forward and you'll bump into the gate sooner or later—WHOA! Mary suddenly became inches of a tall, black gate that towered over here like a metal giant.

That was……Close…, Mary thought, her green-eyes wide as the full moon itself. She put her hands on the bars and squeezed her head through it to see the factory. But she only saw mass of fog. Shoot! I can't see a single thing in this giant cloud! Mary smacked her thigh angrily then yelped and began to shake her hand wildly. The cold make it even more sensitive! She looked from side to side and it was exactly as Dr. Brown had said. Even though it was foggy, she could see outlines of wall around the area. Mary walked to the side, slowly stuck her hand out and felt the stony wall. She put her hands to her side and tapped her foot, just like how Big Sis would do when she couldn't figure out a problem or trying to think of a plan to solve the problem. You can tell when they were thinking particularly hard when their lips would bulge from their tongues moving from side to side.

Mary looked at the gate again, scanning it up and down and saw an exaggerated lock with large chains around a few bars. She stuck her arm through one of the bars then retracted it. Then she stuck her leg through the bars then brought it back. Mary folded her arms, staring at the spaces between the bars If I can fit my head through it…, she thought, maybe I can…She turned herself to the side, and stepped over to bottom of it and squeezed her head though it, leaned forward, almost to the other side before her other foot tripped on the gate, causing her to fall over for the third time of the day, right in the snow.

But, here's the good news! She was at the other side of the gate! One step closer to the factory! Mary scrambled to her feet, shivering from excite but she noticed the foot that tripped on the gate was very cold. She brought the food up to her face and saw one of her boots was missing; Mary looked over and saw it at the other side. Oh well, she really didn't like them anyway.

Mary patted her hands together, trying to warm them up and started to walk forward slowly in hopes that she wouldn't run into anything. Then… There it was…

A large door, taller than the gate, stood in her way, growling down at her. She swallowed a lump in her throat; her heart was beating so quick, she thought it would hop of out her chest, run around the world a couple dozens times, and back without a sweat. She gripped her hands, licking her lips then pressed her hands on the door and pushed with all of her force.

Nothing happened.

Try knocking…, She thought, It might work…Mary knocked forcefully on the door.

….Nothing happened….

"Hello?" Mary cried, trying to find her voice that was lost in a cave somewhere, "Is th-there anyone home—"

Suddenly, the wooden door cracked opened, creating a slow moaning noise. It was eerie, like what you hear in an old haunted house. All that was missing was the howl of a distant wolf. Mary gasped and patted, standing there in shell shock, her brain was numb—not from the cold—but from pure excitement. She shakily grabbed the side of the door and pulled it open, just wide enough for her to slip in.

Then, when she took the last time inside the factory, the door slammed behind her. She gasped and whipped around, looking up and down at the door.

"Uh-oh…," Mary pressed her fuzzy hands on the door and it wouldn't budge, "Oooh nooo….," She whined, "I'm trapped!"

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Finally she's in the factory! Lets see what happens...