After the whole 'penny' incident, I was really quiet. When I did see my mum, I hardly said anything too her, only things like, can you pass the veg, or you

look great. Basically, we grew apart. However, my mind was too focused on the mug, too worry about family relationships. I needed a game plan.

Something that would get me back to Penny, I needed more information! And what where they on about anyway? Who's 'it'? And why is penny dressing as

me? I needed to get back there. I decided it was quite obviously something to do with the mug.

I tried for days to get back to that room. Meditation, self therapy. I tried it all. Then, I had a brilliant idea! Ok so it wasn't that great of an idea, but at the

time I felt like a mastermind. It also felt great to do something, after sitting in my room for countless hours. I went to my dresser, the new home for the

mug, which let me say, made its left, not me. I made tea in it. The usual, sugar, milk and a stir. Then I did something, that I wouldn't have dared to do a

few days ago. I took a sip from the mug. For a few seconds everything was normal. "Well I was expecting a bit more then thiiiiii...."

And just like that, I was gone, from my room, from the earth. Ok correction, I didn't actually leave my room, but in mind, I did.

I was back inside the makeup room. I saw the door, where Penny and Leonard had disappeared through, just a few days previous. I took my chance. With

one sweep across the room I ran through the door, into the bright light. I stepped into a wonderland. Trains, cars planes, shops and swimming pools, all

appeared to be in movie sets. Someone saw me and looked me in the eye. They came up to me and stared at me for a moment. Then they spoke. "Finally!

Joan, we have been waiting for you. Follow me" I looked down and saw a name badge on my now clean shirt. It said Joan Rodgers, Head of dreams. Lol

the irony. Anyway, I followed as I was asked. It was strange, I always imagined being called Joan. My actual name was Kimberly, but I hated it. We got

onto a big bus, and gave the driver my ticket, which had appeared from thin air. followed the man, who appeared to be called Phil, of the bus, and into a

big studio. It looked like those rooms with all the screens, showing every corner, of what appeared to be multiple movie sets. "So, now your finally here, we

can get on with dreams. You've got all the weekdays, and Jase has the weekends. Got it?"

"Uhh yeah?" I didn't quiet know what I was doing.

"Meet me downstairs ready for act one. Seems like Kimberly is having a bad day. Today is her worst memory. The 18th of September, 2001. "

I knew that date. The day my dad died.