We stayed at his house for the night. Liz slept in the guest room, while I slept on the couch. The next morning, I got up and walked into the kitchen. The farmer's wife was making eggs and bacon. Liz was already up and reading the Dimmsdale Times. She greeted me and handed me the paper. As I sat down, I noticed that Liz was looking a lot better than she had the day before. She even looked a bit excited. Her hair wasn't that great, though. I tried not to laugh, but couldn't keep it in. She glared at me.

"Hey! Can I help it if my hair is like this?"

I replied, in between laughter, "No, I guess not."

I looked at the front page. I hoped that the newspaper would give me some idea what episode had most recently occurred.

"I already checked. I'm not sure which is the most recent."

I nodded, but still looked. She was right. Nothing interesting in the news. I put the newspaper down. The farmer came downstairs.

"Well, how are you two feeling? All rested I trust."

"Yes, sir," Liz replied.

I asked, "Not to seem rude or anything, sir, but when are we going to Dimmsdale." The town name just rolled off the tongue. I never thought that I would ever use that name in this sense ever.

"Well, we can leave after breakfast. Will that work for you?"

I looked at Liz. She shrugged.

"That's ok with us, sir."

He nodded. We ate breakfast and walked out to the truck we arrived in earlier. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. As we started on the road, Liz asked, "So, what do we do when we get to town?"

"I don't know. I want to go to my cousin's house."

She nodded. The farmer would never understand. We had made a code in which "my cousin" referred to Timmy Turner.

"Are you sure about that?"

"I don't know. We've been out of it for a while. Remember, we've had amnesia. Who knows how long it's lasted."

She nodded at that. "But what about their bulldog?"

I smiled. "Bulldog" was the code name for Vicky. "I'm confident she won't be a problem."

We were silent for the rest of the trip, which lasted for about three hours. It was noon when we arrived. He dropped us off near a convenience store on the edge of town.

"Are you sure that your cousin is going to be home?"

Liz and I looked at each other and smiled. "I'm sure they'll be home, sir."

"If not, you are always welcome back at our home." He handed me a sheet of paper with a couple of phone numbers on it.

"Just in case,' he said, and drove off.

Liz and I began to walk towards the town. We wandered for a couple of hours, admiring the town. We saw the Dimmadome, many of the mansions belonging to the Popular crowd, such as the Buxsaplenty's, the Tang's, the Star's, Tad and Chad's mansion, and many others we had never seen before.

A question arose in my mind. It had been bugging me ever since I saw that road sign yesterday.

"How do you think Butch Hartman found out about this place?"

Liz got a confused look on her face. "I'm not sure. Maybe he's not from our universe?"

"No, that wouldn't explain how he knows about the present. My guess would be that he has some sort of looking glass or magic crystal ball. Maybe even more realistically some type of dimensional window through which he looks and takes story ideas. I wonder what he'll think if he sees us."

We laughed at that. Finally, we just had to stop for a bite. We hadn't eaten anything since 9:30 that morning. It was now 1:00 P.M. We stopped at the Dimmsdale Mall and bought cheeseburgers. Luckily, my money worked in this universe. We sat down in a booth near a store called Comix and Video Games. As we were eating, Liz spotted a person going into the store. The person had on a purple sweatshirt, pink pants and a red hat with a "D" on it that covered the person's eyes.

"It's Trixie!" I whispered to Liz. And indeed it was. She was walking towards the store. We watched her go in, wondering if we had come here during the time where Timmy discovered that she was a tomboy. We watched for Timantha. She didn't appear. Trixie came out with a bag full of comics and video games. She walked off to a bathroom. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. She quickly ran into the girl's bathroom. A couple minutes later, she came out wearing her traditional white miniskirt and purple shirt and headband. Her handbag was bulging a bit.

"Well, that fact's been confirmed," I said. "I wonder what else we can consider true."

We finished our meals. After we were done, we started towards a public computer and searched for the Turner house. We found it a couple of minutes later. As we printed out the directions, Liz said, "Look! Over there!"

I quickly turned and looked in the general direction where she was pointing.

"What? I see nothing."

"Huh. I could have sworn I saw someone from Danny Phantom."

I shrugged and grabbed the paper. We left the mall, little knowing that we were being watched.


I know that was short, but my brain is getting fried writing this. Plz be nice.
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