Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

A/N: Though this is the 13th chapter, it's actually lucky! Well, it's lucky for Columbia and Eddie. Magenta is probably in trouble for 'loosing track' of them.

Also, on a totally unrelated note...

Earlier today I was in my basement going through the tons of old CDs my parents collected in the 1980s and '90s. Somehow I found the Original Roxy Cast The Rocky Horror Show CD. That's really strange, since my parents both seem to agree that anything related to The Rocky Horror Show is horrible in every way. I can't help but wonder who bought that CD... And why the Roxy Cast instead of the movie version?

Anyway, I'm listening to it right now on my computer.

Wednesday, March/?/1974 (Later)

Dear Diary,

It's very late at night right now as I write this. And I still can't believe all that's happened today.

Well, why don't I pick up where my last entry left off…?

Eddie ended up finding a way out of the theatre before I had to try looking. A mirror in one of the dressing rooms is really a door.

Yes, the theatre inside the castle actually has dressing rooms. Enough dressing rooms for at least a small company of actors, in fact. I've no idea why. Maybe the real question is 'why not?'. Frank's motto in life is basically: 'do whatever the hell you feel like'. So maybe he just felt like building a theatre. Maybe he even forces people to listen to him sing at home, like the Roman emperor Nero did. Power does funny things to people.

Anyway… the mirror-door leads to another underground passageway, of course. But at least we could see a light at the end of it.

And, soon enough, we found ourselves outside.

The light we'd seen was sunlight. Bright, lovely sunlight. The windows inside the castle are always blocked by heave, velvet curtains. So my eyes hurt a bit, even thought it was a cloudy day.

And the air… tasted different. Like snow, I guess. Nothing like the dusty, mothball-scented air inside the castle. Though that sounds revolting now that I think/write about it! But at least it was familiar.

Though trees surrounded most of the castle, the road out front went on for miles and miles. Far, far away in the distance I could see houses. The town of Denton and it's surrounding suburbs, I later learned.

A town of sane, normal people. No aliens, transvestites, or aliens who are also transvestites.

My reaction to all this wasn't so good. I got a bit… hysterical. It's a bit hard to explain. Maybe if I'd mentally focused on something else it would've affected me less severely. Oh God, I felt horrible. Something about all of this freedom made me dizzy. Though it was rather cold outside, I didn't shiver because of that. My knees gave out and Eddie had to help me stand. Leaning on his arm made things easier, I guess. But I still shook uncontrollably.

"It's okay, it's okay," Eddie whispered in my ear.

The world went on and on. So far I couldn't see it! It wasn't dark and there weren't any corners to hide in. Everything felt so real.

"We're gonna need to walk to town, okay? Though hopefully we can hitchhike part of the way," Eddie said.

"Okay," I replied softly.

So, we did walk. Thankfully we didn't need to go very far before a car stopped. A woman with dark brown hair drove it. She wore a sophisticated suit and almost no makeup.

"Do you kids need a ride?" the woman asked politely.

"Yeah," Eddie replied.

We both got into the back seat of her car.

"Where to?" she asked. "I'm Miss Munroe, by the way."

"Good to meet ya, Miss Munroe. Uh, we need to be dropped off right outside Dr. Scott's house, which is-"

This surprised Miss Munroe so much that she slammed on the breaks. "Dr. Scott? You mean the science teacher at Denton High School who tutors during the summer? How do you kids know him? No offense, but you don't look like the smart sort."

"I'm his nephew," Eddie explained.

Miss Munroe kept driving. "Oh! I never knew he had a nephew. And who's the girl?"

"She's my girlfriend."

"Oh. That's nice. I don't mean to be rude, but she looks a bit like something out of a circus. This being the 20th century, there's nothing really wrong with that," Miss Munroe said awkwardly.

I wanted to say something equally rude in response to that, but I knew that I shouldn't. It's a shock that Miss Munroe even allowed us into her car. And my colorful outfit really did look a bit like something out of a circus.

Soon, we were outside the house that apparently belonged to Eddie's uncle.

It looked like most of the houses on that street. Victorian in style, pastel in color scheme. The yard was impeccably mowed… the front porch elegantly furnished with chairs and a table (all of which were made of wood and painted white)…

It looked both snobbish and ordinary at the same time.

"You really used to live here?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. Spent the first 19 years of my life here, in fact. And it's only been about a year since I've moved out. I'm sure my old room looks just like it did."

Without further ado, we both walked up the front steps and onto the porch. By then I wasn't so nervous anymore. Well, I was still nervous and a bit dizzy… but I could walk on my own again.

Eddie knocked on the door once.

That's all it took for an older woman to come open the door. She wasn't actually that old, she just seemed old. Going by looks she wasn't much older than 40. Her dark blonde hair was just beginning to grey and her face only somewhat lined.

"Hello, Fräulein Greta," Eddie said with a sigh.

Glaring at him, the woman put her hands on her hips. "Edvard Davis Scott! Vhat are you doing here?"

"Uh, you see-"

"You uncle vanted you to make your ovn vay in ze vorld, ja? Und here you are again! Vhat about ze job as ze delivery boy? You quit it?"

"Look, I met this guy and we hook-"

"Nein! Nein! I von't here zis! You und a guy? And vhat is zat girl here for? Vhat is her name?"

"I'm Columbia, his girlfriend," I explained.
"'Columbia'! Ach! In ze old country ve never had names like zat!" Fräulein Greta said darkly.

"Vhat is going on here?" said a voice I didn't know.

We turned around to see a man- only a decade or so older than Fräulein Greta- in a wheelchair. He looked rather angry.

"Vhat are you doing here Eddie?" the man said unhappily.

"I met this guy, and then got stuck at this castle he owns and met Columbia… well, it's a very long story."

"Vho is zat girl?" the man said, pointing at me.

"I'm his, er, girlfriend. I was being kept prisoner at the castle and Eddie helped me escape," I told them.

"Vhat a nice zing to do! Und how romantic! Like ze Märchen ve read as children in ze old country, ja?" Fräulein Greta said dreamily.

"I suppose so," I replied skeptically.

"Ja, ja! You vill stay here now, Columbia? Ve must get to know you," said the man in the wheelchair.

"Yes. And I must get to know you," I said, hoping it was the right thing to say.

"Ich heiß Doktor von… ach! I meant zat my name is Dr. Everett Scott."

"Right," I muttered, wondering what his real name was.

"Fräulein Greta, nehmen sie in den Gästezimmern,"

"Ja, herr," Fräulein Greta replied with a nod.

Then, Dr. Scott left the room. I wished I knew how to speak German and hoped Eddie did. Thankfully he knew German well… or, at least, well enough to know what they'd said.

"What did they just say?" I whispered to Eddie.

"He told her to show us to the guest rooms. There used to be only one guest room. Probably made my ol' room into a guest room," he muttered in reply.

"Vhat are you youngsters vhispering about? Come along, now!" Fräulein Greta said.

So, we followed her up the stairs. It wasn't too long before we stood in the

"Zere are zwei rooms," Fräulein Greta told us. "Und you must not share a room. Ve don't vant trouble, ja?"

"Er… nein, we don't want trouble," I replied awkwardly.

Fräulein Greta raised a thin eyebrow. "Your pronunciation needs practice, Mädel. But I think you vill learn soon enough."

"Right."

And then, Fräulein Greta left.

"What the hell was all that about? Why are they all Germans?" I asked Eddie, a bit wildly.

"It's better than aliens," he reminded me. "And none of them are actually Nazis… I'm pretty sure."

I sighed. "How long will we be here?"

"No idea. But I'm pretty sure my uncle will wanna get rid o' me soon enough."

That's when we got went to our rooms. I promised to go sleep in his room. Sneaking into there would be easy, apparently. His uncle and Fräulein Greta fall asleep no later than thirty minutes after dinner. And they rarely visit this wing of the house.

Anyway, there's no way in hell I'm sleeping in house owned by crazy ex-Nazis without Eddie's arms around me.

Whoa, that sounded weird.

So, to summarize the second half of today: we escaped the castle, then hitchhiked into town, and then got stuck in a house full of crazy German people.

At least it's better than a house full of crazy aliens… or so I hope!

Oh dear. Eddie just told me that it's time for dinner, now.

- Columbia (a groupie)

A/N: I used Google Translate for ze German. I'm sorry if it's all wrong.

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