I was having the strangest dream; I had found this little haven in the middle of nowhere to hide out in, and then when I got there someone had knocked me out with a frying pan and now their little lizard was slapping me, it was the strangest sequence of events I could imagine, and I believed I had a very large imagination.

Suddenly I was rudely awoken by the feeling of something long and wet entering my ear. I jolted awake in repulsion squirming on the spot. I tried to swat away the creature from my shoulder but I soon realized my wrists and legs were bound.

I was in a large open room, in a circle of light surrounded by darkness. I couldn't see my attacker, only her pet; the source of the wetness being its tong.

I realized that I hadn't been dreaming. I wondered how much had been fact and how much had been fantasy. Glancing back down at my bounds I squirmed, the rope holding me had an odd texture and was very thick.

"Is this... hair?" I wondered aloud marvelling at the length of the stuff.

Slowly I followed the hair up and around the room until I finally followed it up into the rafters where it ended with the silhouette of a woman. She was obscured by the darkness so all I could assume about her appearance was that she had some serious split ends.

"Struggling," she called down an obvious tremor in her voice, "struggling is pointless."

I looked up at her still fairly confused about the current situation. Suddenly she leaped down from the rafters landing on the floor still hidden by the shadows.

"I know why you're here" she called out, for a moment I worried she knew who he was, but then again, if she did the palace guards would already be here, so what was she going on about?

"And," she continued, "I'm not afraid of you," this just confused me,

"What?" I asked, why would she be afraid of me?

Slowly she approached me. First all I saw was that she was wielding a frying pan in her hands, obviously the source of my major head ache, and then my eyes drifted up to rest upon her face.

She was probably the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen, as I already knew she had long golden blond hair that ran in perfect smooth waves. She also had the perfect complexion, and her lips and eyes were stunning. She had two large green eyes the colour of lily pads surrounded by long dark seductive eyelashes that almost made her sexy, and yet, despite her beauty, she radiated innocence. Her lips were like a folded rose petal soft and round. Most striking was the way she held herself, confident and yet easy, as if all she didn't care at all about how she looked. She was the most remarkable girl I had ever laid eyes upon, her small waist leading to hips that flowed out nicely. I could barely maintain my composure.

"Who are you," she demanded, "and how did you find me?" for once in my life, I was tempted to tell her the truth, to admit that I wasn't really who I said I was...

I pushed those ridiculous thoughts away, I couldn't let one gorgeous girl get in my way, I seduced others with my good looks not the other way around.

"Uh huh" I muttered still in a bit of a trance from her stunning good looks and beauty.

"Who are you," she repeated, "and how did you find me?" she hefted her frying pan to strengthen her point.

I cleared my throat layering on the Flynn seduction, "I know not who you are nor how I came to find you," I sighed poetically "but may I just say," I slipped into my sexy seductive voice "Hi," I raised my eyebrows at her, most girls went crazy after just that, "how're you doin?" she still didn't look impressed, if anything she looked confused.

"Name's Flynn Ryder," I added in another eyebrow gesture, "How's your day goin? Huh?" I smiled at her in my usual cocky manner, for whatever reason it was a chick magnet, although Blondie didn't seem to buy it.

She huffed readjusting her grip on the frying pan. "Who else knows my location Flynn Ryder," she said pronouncing my name with gusto, the frying pan was now in my face and she was glaring at me. Despite the distrust in her eyes she still looked way too pretty for my liking.

"Alright Blondie," I said deciding to just be frank with her,

"Rapunzel," she interjected,

"Gesundheit" I said not exactly sure what she had said,

"I was in a situation," I told her, "Gallivanting through the forest, I came across your tower and f-" at that moment I realized there was a mistakable part of my outfit missing; my satchel.

"Oh no," I exclaimed worried a few other choice words echoing through my head. Looking around me desperately I turned to Blondie. "Where is my Satchel?" I demanded.

She just looked at me crossing her arms, "I have hidden it somewhere you will never find it," she smiled at me smugly.

I looked around the room and my eyes fell on a pot sitting right beside her, the pot looked completely out of place and it looked like the perfect size for my bag.

I looked up at her unimpressed, "it's in that pot isn't it?"

She instantly looked pissed, I probably shouldn't have asked because with that she knocked me out cold.

The intruder "Flynn Ryder" had gone unconscious almost too easily this time. Glancing over at him to make sure he wasn't faking I scurried over and grabbed the bag, or satchel as he called it, from the pot.

Slipping it out I peeked in at the precious thingy that he obviously cared very much about, I could use it as leverage to make him tell me about the outside world, maybe he could even be my guide. Looking around I thought about all the hiding places I had discovered over the years, it had to be one nearby so that I could keep an eye on it, but it also had to be a good one.

I could put it in the one up in the rafters, but it could fall and maybe even break, he wouldn't be happy if that happened.

I could also hide it in the one under the stove, but if mother somehow beat me to returning home she could set it on fire.

Turning in a slow circle I spotted the stairs, there was a loose floor board on the third step up that could be pried open to reveal a compartment, the satchel would fit nicely and I could watch it from my position in front of Flynn.

Quickly running over I carefully pried the floor board up, cautious not to make any sound, and slipped the satchel in. Then quickly as I could I pushed it back down, I didn't notice when it didn't completely shut.

Turning to Pascal I smoothed out my dress and resumed my position of interrogation in front of him, frying pan at the ready. I nodded to Pascal to wake him up again, jumping up he landed on his shoulder and stuck his tong in his ear again giving him another rude awakening.