When I reached the parking lot, a shiny black convertible waited for me at the curb.
"Hello, beautiful," it greeted in a British accent.
I staggered back. "A talking car?!"
"Oh, don't fuss, love. Anything's possible." The driver door opened automatically.
I climbed inside and put my hands on the wheel. "This is sooo much better than my pickup truck."
The car made a disgusted sound. "Pickup trucks. Disgusting things. It should've been a crime to invent them."
"By the way, what's your name?" I asked as I started the car.
"You may call me Car. Simple." He sounded smug.
Let's see what else this car can do, I thought. "Car, close the sunroof!"
Briefly, the sunroof shot over my head, leaving me covered.
"Awesome!" I took a look at the GPS map Car had set up for me. "Car, to Disney Manor!"

The Disney Manor was in many ways different than the castle at Disney World. It was in the shape of a mansion, and painted gold instead of blue.
But the one thing that brought them together was the towers. There were about ten towers, but they weren't as tall as the ones in the castle.
I parked Car deep inside the forest, far from sight.
"Be careful, Ms. Thomas. If you need anything, just contact me on the walkie-talkie," he told me.
"Of course." I ran my hand over the glossy paint. "Just wait for me here, okay?"
The windshield wipers slid from side to side, as if he was rolling his eyes at me.

My legs ran as fast as they could, but were quiet at the same time. Behind some shrubbery, was the first tower. The walls were covered in green moss--something you wouldn't find in a very sunny town.
I took out my walkie-talkie from my pocket. On it, was a green screen, which had the map of the whole Manor.
I pointed it to the top of the tower. "Yep, that's the security room. Now how am I gonna get up there...?"
I checked through each of my pockets again and again, but there wasn't a rope or a ladder.
"Wow, a metal bar, but no rope?" I pressed the TALK button on the walkie-talkie. "Car, how am I gonna get up the tower?"
"Why don't you check that metal bar?" He suggested.
I had no idea what he meant, but I tried it anyway. On the metal bar, there was a blue button, which stretched the bar. I slid the end into the window, and climbed up.
I landed in a room full of computers. The only sounds I heard was the whirring of the machines, and the snoring of the security guard.
I breathed a sigh of relief. That's one fight I got to miss. I tiptoed past him and continued along the hall.
I pulled out the camera and hung it around my neck. It wouldn't hurt to be ready.
I reached my first room. My hands were shaking. I hoped no one would see me. I gripped the camera and peeked inside.
Inside, it was very foggy. Steam escaped from a glass window standing in the middle of the room.
I walked in. It was nearly impossible to see anything, but I spotted a dark shape in the midst of all the steam.
I got closer, making sure I made no sound. My eye looked through the lens of the camera, zooming in on the dark image. I heard the splashing of water, and a few sighs afterward.
Then I realized: I was in a bathroom, and someone was bathing. I tried my best to hide my disgust.
I could see the outline of the tub now: It was made of granite, and looked somewhat like a hot tub. Behind it was a sink, a toilet, and stand-in shower.
I took a deep breath. Lord help me, I prayed silently.
I knelt on one knee, and zoomed in. The face looked familiar...almost like I've known it my whole life.
Prince Phillip. The man who I've had a crush on through my childhood years. His eyes were closed, relaxing in the warm water of the tub.
My finger tensed, and I pressed the button.
To my horror, there was a flash and a clicking sound.

But my heart stopped when his face turned to look at me, a stranger amongst the steam.