Drigmon lies in his bed. His mind resurfaces from the fog-like haze that seems to only accompany him in the morning time. He slept a good sleep, and he dreamt a dream that he was sorry to depart from upon waking. Lying on his back with his hands folded behind his head, he notices or remembers rather, the woman lying next to him with her head on his chest and her left arm draped over him. No recollection of what went on earlier that day. Only a content feeling that seemed to flow throughout his being. The woman let out a sleepy morning type moan. Drigmon heard it and again his brain thought things it normally wouldn't.

"Mmm....what time is it?" asked Fanapalla. To Drigmon's suprise her voice was still so smooth, like a steady current of water flowing over the smoothest blue marble surface.

"Almost 4 in the Pee-M" replied Drigmon.

She let out a yawn that reminded him of happy puffy clouds. "What are the weather conditions sweety?"

Drigmon looked out the window. His bedroom had huge windows. He inherited the bedroom and the rest of the house from his mother when she passed on. His mother had acquired it from a friend who had passed on two weeks before she herself did. He saw no clouds. Still a nice clear blue sky, and with the month of the year being July, he suspected that it was still a nice warm day. He let Fanapalla know just that.

"Mreow" meowed the kitty as it pawed the door open. It peered it's head out from behind the doorway, meowed again, and lept up onto the bed. "Mreow?" meowed the cat. The cat now had a troubled questioned look on her face.

"What's the matter kitty? Driggy, I wasn't aware of you owning a kitty cat. Shame on you for not telling me sooner." said Fanapalla as she picked up the kitty and began to pet its fluffy lush kitty coating.

"Oh my..." thought Drigmon to himself. "Had I known sooner, maybe I'd have thought of a name for it too."

"Oh can I name it, sweety? I have a perfect named picked out. I've always wanted to name a dog this but I can't wait till then. Please can I?" Pleaded Fanapalla.

Drigmon saw no need for her pleads. He would have preferred her to name it, actually. He wasn't really the creative sort. He almost got creative a couple weeks ago, and bought a paint by number set, but decided to not do it after learning you had to use the right side of your brain. He'd done a lot of reading about what sides of the brain are in charge of what things and logically decided that doing anything remotely creative would be reducing the flow to the left side of his brain, and that could lead to him making a highly illogical decision. Like, creating a group of characters and writing stories about them and posting them on a webpage for absolutely nothing but complaints about taking too long to write the next chapter. Not even an occasional e-mail saying "Good job" or "Keep up the good work." He'd be glad to let her name the little fluffy beast.

"Sure go ahead" replied Drigmon

"I'll name her Khat!!" as she said this a slight tremor could be felt all around. Had you been outside you might be able to hear it or even see the pavement crack in some spots.

In the cupboard of Rita Clafmerd, She watches helpless. Frozen in time, as her fine china plates fall slowly in her mind, creating beautiful rythmic patterns as they smash into a thousand pieces onto her dining room floor. Some pieces bouncing back up, only to get knowcked back down by another incoming plate. In a few minutes she'll cry, but for now, it's bliss.

Meanwhile back at the nasty demension, the same type of tremors are ocuring. Dr. Fuggly can easily be seen running down the Castles main hallway. He zooms down the hallways wondering what could have gone wrong. He stops completely when he gets to the front of the reflection chamber door. It slams opens without warning.

"FUGGLY!" the reflections Scream. "FuGgLY GEt IN HErE"

Dr. Fuggly took his first step into the darkened room. The sound and feel of broken glass under his foot was abundantly clear. He could hear subtle moans from each corner of the room. As of about five minutes ago things were going perfectly. Just as they'd planned. He couldn't possably imagine what could have gone wrong.

"FuGgLY, wE HAVE bEEn BeTrRAyeD. IT's ThE GiRL, SHe'S UsED ThE NaMe"

"The Name" thought Dr. Fuggly. The name was not something to be taken lightly in these parts. "The Name", it seems was once only "a name", and it belonged to a Congquigular Llama. The difference between the Llama's on the planet Conquigula and the Llamas of Earth are very noticable. For instance Llamas on Earth are large fuzzy things that look rude most of the day and basically just groan, spit, and if thwarted, will charge. These Conquigular Llama's spit fire, when they groan villages die, they never have to charge and they look exactly like a Hostess Twinkie.

Anyway, this one instance concerning Khat the Llama (non-earth) took place ages and ages ago. Somehow he made his way to The Realm of Mirrors. The Realm of Mirrors being the original home of the same mirrors now in he Reflection Chamber. Well this Llama being unknowledgeable of such things saw a million of himself everywhere he looked. Also I should add that this particular Llama had a huge Ego problem. He was in love with himself. Now having seen a million things that looked exactly like him, he got angry and jealous and decided to launch fireballs at the beautiful cream filled creatures. He had destroyed all but twenty mirrors and only cuz those particular mirrors were smart enough to turn sideways so he could hardly see them. While the Llama had his back turned (they guessed) they all turned in his directioned and all at once had his own reflection fire on him. After doing so his name was cursed for eternity and time marched on. It was because of this curse that the current craziness is happening. Fanapalla said the name in our world, thereby reversing the curse and making it stronger then before, and their world is to weak to hold it's defences.

"WeLL FuGGlY?!"

"How could she have even known the name? I've supervised her entire data input for 23 years. How could she have known? Who could have told her?"

Thunder claps filled the night sky. Storm clouds, allready gathered, began to rapidly spit lightning anywhere it saw necassary to do so. The moans in the room got louder. " I dO NOt KnOW. YOu WiLL FINd oUT TOmoRROW. YoU WiLL BE GOinG ThRoUGh. BuT FOR NoW, SoME ReST IS In OdER, ANd FuGGly, BRiNg YouR FLosS. "