She didn't know why it had to be this way, nor did she know if she wasn't dreaming at this point. It was all too weird and all too upsetting. Scared, even now, Sarah began to bite her knuckle again.

"I still… can't believe this is … happening…" he overheard her say.

He turned to her again, completely alert.

"…if you are… who you say you are… th-then…"

Again, he was working on the keyboard.

I wouldn't believe me either. You saved me. Please, let me help you. A dark magic is trying to follow me.

At the words being typed out, the girl only seemed to grow more pale.

"…what d-do you mean?" she asked.

Dark magic was following him? This had to be a dream… it had to be! There were so many questions she wanted to ask. Why did they need to go to the park exactly at midnight the next day? Is he who he said he is? He is no ordinary mouse…and he needed to be safe? Both of them? Why? Was something coming?

"Mickey…" she tried to speak but the words were stuck in her throat.

The outside of her window was dark, her closet was dark…basically, the entire house was dark. It was passed midnight, around ten minutes after and still, there was no sign of her parents. By what the computer said, they had a whole day still until that midnight. The mouse she called Mickey turned to her again before working again.

You know my name. Thank you.

Don't worry, I know where we need to go.

She guessed that was a good thing, that he knew what he was doing. She hoped he knew, but the Park was a more then fifteen miles away. Her mother always took the freeway, making it ten minutes away. The fact that she wanted to take Kate there to help her feel better, she began to wonder…. Then she only planned for an afternoon at Downtown Disney, not at the Park. Yet the District was a part of it, right? Her own room was full of Disney themed toys and she loved to collect plushes. A few crooked posters hung that depicted the movie of Aladdin and another was old and ruined that depicted one of the Disney Channel's stars, Hannah Montana. Not that she liked the singer all that much, but she still loved her songs. A few princess plushes littered her room, along with other characters. One plush, she got in a kid's meal, of a hunchbacked character that was that of a soft puppet that fell behind near her dresser. After she was lost for a minute in thought, she looked back to the little mouse.

"…do we n-need to be… in the park?" she asked, her feet getting restless.

Not exactly. was the response. There are other ways. One of them is in the hotel. There is a key.

"Okay… a key…" she said and tried to remain calm. "Do you know where my family is?"

I can't say. But I have a funny feeling.

Whatever that meant, Sarah was sure it wasn't good news on her end. She swallowed hard and she felt trapped, although she was in her own family's house. By how slow Mickey typed, she had a bad feeling.

"…what are we going to do? U-Until midnight…?"

Mickey was still in a dilemma. Now that a child was involved. A child, who was precious to his world and very existence. He had to keep his home, beloveds and friends in mind, just to keep himself from forgetting himself again. He was beginning to fully realize the extent of this spell and where it's trying to go to keep him away. He was meant to die… He was meant to forget his life and purpose and die in this world which was truthfully his prison as of right now. Yet, his life was spared by this young lady. If he was dull enough, he would have eaten that butter cracker right from the get-go. As for the moment, they were to remain here and perhaps rest for a few hours. Magic could not reach this modern world unless the way was opened. But only for a few minutes if powerful enough… Yen Sid was able to reach them for a little time and had left a peace of mind for now. For now, he needed to do his best to guide this girl. Surely, darkness is going to try after her too. Of course, he was sure of it, that he was no match to protect her right now either.

This time she did not get an answer to her question, but Mickey was thinking deeply. Sadly enough, he was far too tired.

"Are you okay?" she asked with worry in her voice. Her blue eyes widened.

sleepy

She read that word but it didn't help her much. Yet she offered her hand to him. He was able to take her offer and started to cuddle in her palm. She looked around as she shut her laptop down and slowly walked around her room with the small mouse falling asleep rather fast. He probably had it bad, unable to sleep at all while he was in here. Softly, with her thumb, she stroked along his soft dark fur. He snuggled further.

Now what? Should she just stay here? With him in her hands, she sat distressed on her bed as she stared sharply at the dark window.

"…mickey…" she called him, insecurely.

He was breathing calmly now and very still. It seemed he was not going to wake up soon.

She had to wait….

It was not until early the very next morning. It was all the same as the night before. She was still alone with Mickey and her parents were still not home. Sarah was sure of it! She had searched the house, the garage and tried calling them…. It was still just her and Mickey Mouse. Above all else, she'd hoped all of that was a dream.

The thing was going to school with this problem. She came to her friend, distressed. He was still curled into a tiny ball upon one of her bed pillows that was gently set beside her bed on the floor.

"…are you going to be okay?" she worried over him.

He felt her pet him and stirred.

Oh… oh… wh-wha… where am I…? Wh-who… who are you? Where-Where am I…?

His little eyes opened barely and he stayed still on the pillow. He was acting strange, especially how he looked around, as if clueless and scared.

"…Mickey?" she said, looking down at him with worry.

She had a foreboding feeling, that was different from how she felt the night before. To him, there was a giant before him and all he thought was to flee and hide before he would be eaten. His memory was fuzzy and he was scared! Unbeknownst to him was that the spell he was under was strong. It was more than just this form….

No no! Please, please! D-d-don't hurt me! Help!

The mouse on the pillow tried to run and she startled when he slipped through her fingers.

"Wait!" she called to him and he dashed down the hall, fast!

She had to be quick before she was going to lose him! She got a waste basket and dumped it as she tore after him, panicked. As the one said in the computer, she had to keep him safe! Who knew what was at stake, but she didn't know what was going to happen if he vanished through a hole. If her parents were in danger than she had to obey those words.

Help! Help!

He was aiming for the front door! Sarah had to fall and slide before he made it, slamming the basket over him!

No!

He was trapped… He couldn't run. He couldn't scream. He couldn't see, and he couldn't remember….

"What… the … heck… are you… doing!?" Sarah panted as she sat up.

All she heard was frantic scratching from inside the basket. He was terrified… but why?

Let me go! Please, let me go!