Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, 1:56 p.m.

In Sector 7-G, Homer snored, his feet on the console. His friends Lenny and Carl were chatting in the employee break room. Homer had missed break time and he didn't even know it.

Suddenly, Homer's MyPhone rang, playing the Simpsons theme tune. Homer woke up with a jerk, looked for his phone, and picked it up. He found that Mr. Burns was calling. He yelped in fear and nervously tapped the "accept" button.

"Hey, you. Smithers here told me you are the husband of Marge Simpson, that woman with big blue hair who once worked here."

"Yes, Mr. Burns."

"I want you to come meet me at my office."

Homer reluctantly left Sector 7-G and saw Lenny and Carl chatting while eating donuts. "Oh, it's already break time," he muttered as he dejectedly walked to Mr. Burns' office.

Burns' office, 1:58 p.m.

Homer entered the huge office. It was a luxurious room with bookshelves, monitors for the surveillance cameras, and a large window. Burns, who was sitting at the desk, smirking and tenting his fingers.

"Smithers said I keep forgetting your name. What was it?"

"Homer Simpson, sir."

"Homer Simpson. I guess I'll have to remember that name from now on."

"Sir, if you can't remember his name after this, just call him Marge Simpson's husband," Smithers whispered. Burns nodded.

Homer looked around and saw Lenny and Carl on a monitor. The two got up from their seats and went to their respective offices—there was no doubt break time was already over.

"Mr. Burns, why did you call me here?" Homer anxiously turned his gaze back on the old man.

"Has your wife told you anything about...a meeting, perhaps?" Burns looked to his left. Homer thought he was looking at Smithers until he craned his neck to see more clearly.

Mr. Burns was staring at a large blue something. As Homer was so far away from the desk, he could only see the edge of the large object.

"Yes, sir, she has." Homer went back to staring at Burns. "She booked a meeting on February 9th because of a dream."

"A dream? Excellent." Burns motioned for a person to come out. Homer saw a man come out of the blue something. He was wearing a long scarf that almost reached the ground.

"Simpson, meet...the Doctor." Burns shook hands with the man, who then approached Homer. He had curly brown hair and a friendly look on his face.

"Wait a minute—you're from...Doctor Who, isn't it?" Homer snapped his fingers.

"Well, if you say so, yes," the Doctor said in a deep voice.

"Now, back to business." Burns turned around and looked through the window. "Smithers, what is that?" He pointed at a cloud of black smoke coming from one of the towers. Many employees came running out of the exit.

"Sir, I think a fire has erupted." Smithers turned to Homer. "Simpson, you're the safety inspector, so go and put out that fire!"

"Yes, Mr. Smithers." Homer ran out of the room as the Doctor looked on, confused.

742 Evergreen Terrace, 2:13 p.m.

Maggie was sucking her pacifier on the couch, watching The Happy Little Elves. She clapped her hands and giggled when the green elves saved a friend from a well.

I don't get why Bart doesn't like this, Maggie thought. It's fun to watch, the characters are well-written, every episode has a moral—

"Maggie?" Marge strode into the room carrying a vacuum cleaner. "You want to come with me to the meeting?"

Maggie made her classic sucking noise once. To Marge, that meant yes.

She knew that Maggie could talk already, yet she just wanted to pretend nothing happened in the last few days. She hadn't cursed, that dream was meaningless, she hadn't met Samantha Crandall, those men in robes hadn't tried to curse Bart and Maggie...

Marge tucked the vacuum away, picked up Maggie, and walked outside the house.

The wreck of her car was gone, replaced with a brand new one that looked exactly the same. Nezuko, wearing a pink kimono with a hemp leaf pattern on it, had her arms folded. "I think the car appeared at 3:00 a.m. There was this whirring noise and I felt wind blowing through the window."

Marge raised an eyebrow. "You slept here?"

"On the couch."

"But where do you live?"

"In a snowy mountain."

"Where?"

"In Japan."

"O...kay." Marge entered the car. She put Maggie in a booster seat, turned the keys, and drove off.

"I have a feeling this'll go spectacularly wrong." Nezuko glared at a spot on the road. Perhaps this is where the source of the whirring noise came from the night before.

Springfield Meeting Center parking lot, 2:27 p.m.

A storm started to brew on the way—or so Marge thought. In reality, the sky wasn't getting darker at all, nor were those signature gray clouds forming. In fact, the lightning came from thin air.

Marge saw Homer's car in the parking lot. She was about to call out when she saw Nezuko get out of it.

Wait a minute, Nezuko? Marge thought. But Homer's car is at the—

Then she saw red vines around Nezuko's arms and legs. She remembered what Nezuko herself said at Crandall's—"the clone has red vines."

Marge saw that this was the exact same double that came as a result of Project Moonlight.

Then Marge's MyPhone rang, with "Close to You" by The Carpenters as its ringtone. As Marge saw that it was Homer calling, she unknowingly hit the Nezuko doppelgänger and sent her flying through the wall.

Hearing the noise, Marge's eyes widened. She yanked Maggie out of her booster seat, ran out of the car, and inspected the Nezuko-shaped hole she had just made.

Marge cautiously stepped through the hole and saw a fancy lobby, decorated with a chandelier, a carpeted floor, paintings, and more enthusiastic employees. "Wow, this place is beautiful compared to the dull gray room it was before."

Apparently, Samantha had been sacked after Marge's statement on Channel 6 News, so a much kinder woman was elected as the boss. This newcomer most likely renovated the lobby, hence the new look.

Marge saw a desk with many different gadgets on it. A sign above it read PUT YOUR DEVICES HERE, with an arrow pointing to the desk. Marge reluctantly left her MyPhone on the pile and spotted an indoor playground in a nearby room. She ran to it but a male staff member closed the door and pasted an OUT OF ORDER sign on it. Marge murmured.

"Well, at least there's this guy." Marge saw another male staff member sitting in a colorful room telling stories to babies. "I'd better leave Maggie here."

Marge went inside the room, dropped Maggie off, and put her finger to her mouth. Then she climbed the stairs, found herself on the third floor, and looked for Room 13.

All of the other rooms were as beautiful as the lobby—some had fancy chairs, others had old-fashioned lanterns, still others were in colors other than red. "These rooms are nice!"

Marge counted as she walked past the nicely-decorated doors.

"11, 12, 13..." Her voice trailed off as she saw the door to Room 13.

There was no marking on the simple wooden door—just a large number 13 hastily scribbled on in red marker. Marge felt a lump form in her throat as she entered.

It was the only room that wasn't renovated. Gray paint, combined with a large TV and speakers, gave the room a foreboding look. There were no windows in this room—the only sources of light were the hallway and a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Marge turned on the light switch and the bulb flickered feebly into life. She closed the door and sat on one of the six simple wooden chairs. She noticed the sheets of paper on the cold table and read them. They were four pages of...lorem ipsum.

"What the hell is this?" Marge remarked upon seeing the fourth page.

Suddenly, the door burst open and the Nezuko clone jumped into another chair next to Marge. Two people seemingly ran through the gray walls and took their seats. Lightning struck a fifth chair and a redhead with a silver streak in her hair appeared. Finally, another woman came stumbling in, closing the door and falling asleep in the corner.

"Oh, God," Marge muttered. "This is exactly what I dreamed about."

AN: So, the meeting begins. Samantha's been sacked. I've yet to come up with a backstory for Samantha, though by now I already have a name for the new boss.

Also, I've decided to introduce Tom Baker, because why not? Good ol' Matt Groening likes Tom best, I've heard.