She had been sick the first day of the year.’ A fine way to start’, she thought bitterly as she trudged through the woods on a beaten path.

She repositioned her aviation goggles on her head, careful to not touch the lenses with her ink-stained fingers.

Finally, she saw light at the end of the shadowed path and caught a glimpse of the most beautiful place on the planet. The Wonderful House was standing tall, just as she remembered it. But something seemed a little off.

As she emerged from the woods she saw a flurry of activity going on, with people running from place to place, sheets of paper flying everywhere and the strong smell of creative juices invaded her nose. A man at a golden well was bringing up the sickly sweet liquids and showering them on the people running to and fro.

“Who are you?” She asked, bewildered.

“Adrian!” He smiled and threw a bucket of the liquids onto her.

The juices seeped into he skin and she grinned, “Time to go to work!”