Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own Elizabeth and the idea for this story.

Instead of seeing her clothes hanging up or the junk on her floor, Elizabeth found herself staring into a room that had green walls and a nightstand in between twin beds. She didn't even realize that she wasn't blinking until her eyes started burning.

Pushing her glasses up, she rubbed them before turning back to her closet, wanting to make sure she wasn't just seeing things. The room was still there.

This is incredible! she thought excitedly.

"Wow," Mr. Nosy breathed out, and Elizabeth tore her gaze away from the room in her closet just in time to see Mr. Small jumping out of his friend's hands, landing beside him. "How did you do that?" the light green creature questioned, staring down at the small man.

Mr. Small shrugged. "I just touched the doorknob," he insisted. He paused for a moment, then added," Well I was thinking about our home when I touched it. Do you think that's what made it work?" He glanced at Mr. Nosy, but his friend didn't seem to have an answer to his question.

Realizing something, Elizabeth turned back to her closet. "This is where you live?" she questioned, taking a step forward, but suddenly Mr. Small grabbed her hand and pulled her away. She blinked down at him in surprise as they stopped beside her bed.

"I'm sorry, but we don't know how this thing works yet," Mr. Small said, staring up at her. "I don't want you getting hurt."

Elizabeth found herself getting lost in his soft eyes. Suddenly her heart swelled with something she's never experienced before, yet she knew what it must be. She just didn't understand why she was feeling it toward the small creature, especially since they just met.

I know nothing about him! she reminded herself. Still, she was very disappointed when he pulled his hand away from hers and went back to stand beside his light green friend in front of the closet.

Mr. Nosy frowned down at him. "Do you think this thing could hurt us?"

"I don't know," Mr. Small admitted, then quickly added," But dangerous or not, we can't risk the safety of a kid."

Elizabeth opened her mouth to point out that she wasn't a kid, but technically almost a teenager. But she closed it again without saying a word, finding it kinda sweet how the small creature seemed protective of her even though they just met.

She watched them move closer to the closet. "Wait!" she called out, suddenly realizing that they were about to leave. The friends turned to her in surprise. "Will I ever see you again?" she asked, taking a few steps towards them. She was curious about them and their world, and she'd even put up with Mr. Nosy's nosiness to get to know them more. And she didn't fully understand it but she felt a real connection with Mr. Small, and she knew she never wanted that to go away.

Mr. Small walked back to her and took hold of her hand which made her crouch down so she was at his level. "I promise you that we will meet again." It looked like he wanted to say more, but after another moment he pulled away and tipped his hat to her. "Until then, take care of yourself." Then he disappeared through the portal.

Mr. Nosy stayed behind, looking over at Elizabeth. "Bye," he finally said before hurrying after his friend and the door closed behind him.

As soon as the light stopped shining, Elizabeth ran to her closet and flung the door open. She was hoping to see the green room with the nightstand and beds and the mysterious creatures, but instead she found herself staring at the junk on her floor and the clothes hanging up.

With a sigh, she closed her closet and started heading back to her bed, pausing when she heard whining just outside her door. Suddenly she remembered that Peanut wasn't in her room.

She let him in and climbed into bed. For a moment she watched her dog turn in circles by her feet as if trying to get comfortable. Then her mind went back to Mr. Small and his friend. She wished she had asked more questions while they were here.

But they promised to come back! she recalled, excitement running through her, and she was sure she wouldn't be able to go to sleep, but as she laid there, her eyelids started growing heavy. It wasn't long before she was out, hearing Mr. Small's voice in her dream.

Elizabeth sat in the back of her classroom, but she wasn't listening to the teacher. Instead she was thinking about the creatures from another world she met almost a week ago.

She was writing on a piece of paper, pretending to take notes, while really she was working on a story. An idea came to her the morning after the strange creatures had gone back home, and at the time she had wanted to write it, but now that she was getting to the point of the story, she was starting to feel embarrassed.

I doubt he'd have feelings for a kid, she thought with a heavy heart. She picked up the paper and shoved it into her folder. She remembered how kind he seemed and how protective he had been of her. I probably misread things…

She had considered telling her mother and Jacob that someone had been in their house that night, but she changed her mind, knowing they wouldn't believe her unless they saw them with their own eyes.

Maybe I can ask Mr. Small if he could show himself to—

She was knocked out of her thoughts when something jabbed her in the side. Turning, she saw one of her classmates looking at her with an unfriendly expression, clearly annoyed that she had to snap Elizabeth out of her daydream. Then Elizabeth realized that everyone was staring at her. Gulping, she dared to lift her gaze, already knowing what to expect.

The teacher was standing in front of the classroom, looking straight at Elizabeth. "Glad to have you back, Elizabeth," she said as she crossed her arms. "Care to join us for class?"

Elizabeth's throat went dry, making her unable to reply. Her ears burned with embarrassment and she sunk in her seat; when the whole class started laughing at her, her eyes watered up, but she fought back the tears, not wanting to cry in front of so many people.

To her relief the teacher went back to talking about the lesson she was teaching, and Elizabeth tried paying attention. But soon her mind wandered back to the creatures from Dillydale. She wondered where they were. They had promised to come back, but for a week now she's seen no sign of them.

As if her thoughts had summoned him, she noticed a flash of green in the window on the door. She turned just in time to see the face appear. The creature looked through the glass, scanning the room, his eyes brightening when he saw Elizabeth.

The girl glanced around, surprised that nobody else seemed to react to the weird-looking thing watching them. Turning back to the door, she saw that Mr. Small was now looking through the window, staring straight at her and she guessed Mr. Nosy was holding him up. The small man gestured for her to come to them.

Elizabeth was wondering how she was going to get out of class when the teacher called out to her again. "Is there something distracting you?" she demanded.

Now's my chance! "Um… yeah," she stammered; she didn't like talking in front of the whole class. "C-Can I use the bathroom?"

The teacher stared at her for a long moment before finally nodding. Not wanting to seem like she was in a rush, she forced herself to slowly walk across the room to the door. She noticed that the friends weren't peeking through the window anymore.

Once in the hallway, she spotted the two leaning against the wall, looking around at the Halloween decorations. But as she approached, they turned to her. Before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around them and pulled them into a hug.

"I can't believe you actually came back!" she blurted out.

"Of course; I told you we would," Mr. Small reminded her, and he wrapped his arms around her, then took a step back. "There's nothing that will keep me from returning to you," he added, and for a long moment they stared into each other's eyes, but when her cheeks started burning, she had to look away, not wanting him to see her blushing.

But she turned back to them when Mr. Nosy spoke up. "You never told us your name," he pointed out.

"I didn't?" How could she have forgotten about that? "It's Elizabeth."

Mr. Small smiled up at her and stretched out his arm. "Well, Elizabeth, it's nice to officially meet you."

Elizabeth took hold of his hand, shaking it, and staring deep into his soft, black eyes. Suddenly she realized something and pulled away from him. "How did you find me here?" she questioned.

The friends shared a look. "We copied our actions from the other night," Mr. Small replied, turning back to her. "But instead of thinking about our home, I thought of you, and it brought us here. We looked in classroom after classroom until at last we found you." As he finished talking, he gestured to her.

"And nobody saw you?" Elizabeth asked, shocked.

Mr. Nosy shook his head. "I guess you're the only one who can," he said, sounding like he was curious about this whole situation.

"Or at least it seems that way," Mr. Small quickly added. "We tried asking around for you, but it seemed like nobody could see or hear us."

Elizabeth thought about everything they just said. Am I really the only one who can see them? she wondered, excitement starting to rise in her. If that was true then that meant she was really special, but she knew she couldn't mention these creatures to anyone else because they'll look at her the same way her brother had, like she was crazy.

I have to keep them a secret.

The voice that's been echoing in her head all week knocked her out of her thoughts. "We know your birthday just passed," Mr. Small unexpectedly announced, and he glanced at his friend who reached behind his back for something, handing it to the small man.

Elizabeth looked at him, confused. "How did you know that?"

"That's not important," Mr. Small insisted, and he gave her the thing they had been hiding from her. She stared down at the red covered notebook. "We thought you could keep a better track of your stories if you wrote them in a journal," the small creature explained.

Elizabeth didn't say anything right away; finally she thanked them. Then an idea came to her. Instead of putting my stories in here I can write about my time with these creatures.

She was about to tell them this, but suddenly the bell went off, startling the girl. How long had she been out here? She found these creatures so interesting that she didn't realize the class period was coming to an end.

"I have to go get my stuff," she told them, and she hid the notebook behind her back when students began to pour into the hallway. So nobody would suspect anything, she pretended to admire the Halloween decorations that were hanging up.

As she waited for a gap so she could enter her previous classroom, she glanced over her shoulder to see that the friends had backed up a little but were still watching her. "We'll find you later!" Mr. Small called out to her, locking eyes with the girl. "I will always find you." After he finished talking, she lost sight of them in the sea of kids.

His parting words kept echoing in her head, and she felt comforted to know that she'd never feel lonely ever again.

Finally she was able to slip back into the classroom, glad to see that the teacher was too busy talking to another student to notice her. She quickly gathered her things together, placing the notebook on top, and then she was on her way to her next class. As she walked down the hallway, she couldn't stop thinking about the small orange creature and his soft black eyes and his comforting voice.

I can't wait to see him again!

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