Yeah... I dunno... I'm going to skip forward to where it all happens..

In the Hallways...

Mimi was being given a personalised tour by Collins and Mark, who were fighting overa stuffed unicorn.

"I'm telling you, Mark, I saw it wink!" Collins exclaimed, sipping some stoli. Mark then grabbed it out of his hands and sighed.

"Collins, you were drunk, or maybe you hadn't drunk enough. Anyways, Collins, you're dillusional. You need proffesionnal help, or you need to get laid..." Collins cleared his throat loudly when Mark said that, then he raised his eyebrow up at Mark.

"I need to get laid? What about you? I bet if wee looked between your legs, we'd see spiderwebs!" Collins exclaimed. Mark stopped dead in his tracks.

"For your information, after the death of a certain lawyer, a certain drama queen came to me for some... comforting." Mark said, staring at the ground. Collins just stared.

"You... did... THAT... with... Maureen? After... OH GOD! YOU JERK!" Collins yelled, then punched Mark, and then this little fight cloud appeared. Mimi decided to break them apart... verbally.

"Oh, I've never been inside an enchanted castle before!" Mimi exclaimed, twirling around in circles. Mark and Collins just stared and exclaimed in union. "THERE IS NO ENCHANTED CASTLE, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Mimi raised her eyebrow.

"If this isn't an enchanted castle, then why are you guys talking? And why does this seem so similar to my book? Eh?" Mimi asked with a slight canadian accent.

"Probably because lots of things that happen in real life happen in books. You know that, right?" Marl stated, hoping to get her off the subject.

"To your right is the north wing. That is where the master sleeps. No one is allowed up there without strick permission from the master. Do you understand that?" Collins asked, only to find that she had goen up to the north wing.

"Stupid little bitch is out to kill herself, ain't she?" Collins said to no one in particular.