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Willy
Wendy started to get me in a frightened stage. Her mumbling and sweating was really weird. I didn't know what was going on. I couldn't do anything. The power was out. The only light I had were the tiny emergency lights here and there. Oh, and the windows.
Wendy woke with a sudden gasp. Which also scared me so we basically gasped at the same time.
When her eyes met with mine; I could see anger, sadness, and confusion. What was wrong?
She suddenly pushed off my chest and fell on the floor.
"Wendy!" I screamed. "What are you doing?"
She got back up and went over to the closet. She was mumbling some thing about marriage, a woman, and me.
She stood up from in the closet holding a broom.
She sprinted down the hallway and into my room.
For the first half of this I sat there on the couch watching her, in deep thought as to why she was doing this.
I followed her down the hallway; she started going through my closet ripping out all the clothes, waving the broom around hysterically, and once again, mumbling to herself.
From behind her, I grabbed the broom when she lifted it up, then she stopped.
"Wendy," I said in a calm voice, "what are you doing? What happened? Where you dreaming?" I paused, "Am I dreaming?" I felt a pinch on my arm. "Ow, I guess I not dreaming, fudge."
While I wasn't paying attention, she grabbed the broom back and ran into the living room, saying, "Well, I you're not in the closet in Mr. Willy Wonka's room, then I guess Mrs.Wonka is in the rock candy mines! Ha! I got you now little Mrs. Married to my uncle without my permission."
I began to follow her, but when I heard what she said, I stopped in my tracks; Marriage? When did I get married? Mrs.Wonka? Was I the one who got knocked out and I didn't realize it? Nah, That can't be it.
She must have had a dream.
I ran to catch up with her out in the living room, and she was heading towards the elevator.
"Wendy, watch out!"
Wendy wasn't listening so she ran into the elevator. She fell back onto the floor, blinking a few times, lying still. Not knowing what to think, I ran over to her and scooped her up.
Once she knew who was holding her she started kicking and waving her arms around, she got me once in the face.
"Ow! Wendy, chill out, woman!"
"Arrg!" Wendy yelled.
I sat on the couch, a great mixture of feelings running though me.
"Put me down! Put me down!" Wendy screamed.
"Wendy,"
"No! Put me down!"
"Wendy if you don't stop, your grounded."
She immediately stopped. "Fine. What do you want? Haven't you caused me enough torture?"
"Torture? What torture? When have I ever yelled at you?" I asked curiously.
She didn't answer me.
"Alright what did you see?"
"See?" She asked in a way as if she didn't know. "What do you mean?"
I sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. "Alright. We, as in you and me, were in the inventing room, and the power went out, as it is now. We ran into each other then you passed out. I carried you up here, and you where out for a while. I was powerless, and confused. I didn't now what to do. Then you woke up and now we're here. Make enough sense?"
She look at me for a while, then finally answered me. "So what I saw was all a dream? Are you serious?"
"I don't know. I'm asking you." I simply said.
"Well, I'm not sure. I saw you. And another woman. And me. You were getting married. I ran away and fell down. That's all I remember."
"Oh geez, Wendy. I would never get married. And besides. I have you to carry on the family name." I said. Her face turned red. It must have embarrassed her.
"Sorry. That's only if you want to get married and go through that entire, and painful, process of having kids."
"Uncle Willy!" She said, hiding her face. "It's bad enough I'm a girl."
"What's wrong with being a girl?" I asked curiously.
"Well," She began. "First there's…." She let her thought hang for a moment. She looked at me straight in the eyes. "Why don't you know?"
"I do know." I grimaced at the thought. "I need to see if you know."
"I know too. I thought you knew that." She gave me a weird look.
After a moment of the thought, "She pushed herself out of my arms and sat at the opposite couch. "Now that were into the conversation of this I'd rather not be sitting on you. It makes me feel, weird…" She sighed as she ended the thought.
"Why? I'm your uncle." I said not knowing what to say, really.
"Uncle. UN-CLE. U-N-C-L-E. Not mom. Go it? I'd rather talk about this with someone like me. Who's a girl. You know what that is right? G-I-R-L."
I laughed. I can see where she's coming from.
A while of silent sat upon us. Looking around, playing with our fingers, oblivious as to what to do.
"Do you remember Loompa-Land?" Wendy asked out of the blue.
I laughed.
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