This is where it gets weird: Chapter 2

     The door slammed shut behind her. Emily whirled around, yet could see nothing in the blackness, and feeling around awarded no cracks or handles or any clue that the door had been there in the first place. Emily became suddenly afraid. "You were foolish and acted quite rashly", she chastised herself, much in the same way as Alice from Wonderland. Emily became filled with regret as she stood in the dark.

     But not for long. For out of the black came a person. Humanoid, but very distinctly not so. It began speaking very rapidly.

"Bed bea geb, deb bea geb, deb bea geb cade beag?"

     "Excuse me sir, I don't know what you are saying," Emily rather timidly and quizzically replied, wondering if she had been right to call it a sir.

        The FedFaded, for that is what it was, made no reply, looking stunned out of speech.

Emily took this time to asses the situation: she was in her piano, 1-1/2 inches tall with a being that look like a dwarf (or was it a gnome?) spewing gibberish at length. Was it safe for her to speak to this creature?
Emily giggled at the thought. The creature hardly seemes dangerous, with an odd piece of wood looking quite like an instrument strapped to his back.

She began, "My name is Emily Baden. I was playing my piano when-"

"Your piano? YOUR piano?!" the creature exclaimed. "Don't you mean the Piano of FedFad?"

     "FedFad?" Emily repeated. Then she remembered: THOSE were the notes she had played. Her piano's manufacturer was FedFad too...

Emily was in her dreams again. She recalled the first time she had noticed that no one else's piano said FedFad. Everyone else's said Yamaha or Young Chang. Emily asked her parents about it one night.
"Well Emily, that piano has been in your mama's family a long time; nowadays people are buying Yamahas and the like. FedFad just isn't well known anymore," her father has said. Her mother had made no comment.

     But Emily hadn't believed that. She searched the Internet for "Fed Fad". It was a fruitless search. Emily had soon forgotten about the whole thing, yet still felt an odd tingling whenever she saw the piano, like she knew she had forgotten something.

     But now it was rapidly returning to her, and the question still loomed: What is FedFad? And now there was the question: How had she forgotten?

     "How do you know about FedFad?" was the only question Emily asked aloud, and warily at that.

     "How do I know about FedFad?" the man scoffed. "This IS FedFad!" The creature looked quite offended. He began muttering to himself and wringing his hands.

Emily wasn't even paying attention anymore. She exclaimed to herself, "So this is FedFad!"

     The creature stopped dead and nearly shouted, "Egad this is FedFad; what else would it be, ababd?!" slipping unconciously into the language of Gab.

     "Ababd?" Emily repeated.

     The creature stared at her. He had waited so long, waiting, watching, giving up everything life could offer, for this?

     "Girl human", the creature offhandedly replied, "which is what you are of course." Bede fell deep into thought.

     Was this it? Was this is abdgab they had been waiting for? Bede found it hard to believe; they had been waiting for so long, and look what happened to that other one. He needed to get the ababd to Madame Butterfly. "Dabe Fab," he ordered.

     Emily, quizzically, gave up on trying to ask what he was saying and decided she should follow him as he started away. At any rate, she was eager to get away form the spookiness of the doorway, or what used to be the doorway.

     Bede hurried along a passage that seemed to come out of nowhere to their left. Emily followed, trotting to keep up with the short Bede.

     "What are you, if you don't nind my asking?" Emily queried, hoping to learn something before they got to wherever they were going.

     "That, ababd, I cannot say." Bede replied. " 'If a potential abdgab appears, no information may be revealed until he/she has met Madame Butterfly,' " he quoted.

     Emily abruptly stopped. "Do not keep me in the dark any longer," she ordered.

     Bede became confused. He did not understand the nuances of English phrases, and even after 20 years of study, he still found trouble with it.

     "I'm sorry, ababd, but there are no lights on hand, and even it there were, no light is allowed in this chamber."

     Emily was adamant. "No, not light, I want information. Who are you? What are you? What is this place? Where are we going?"

     Bede sighed. He could tell this was a hard one. "Forgive me; I am Bede. And as I told you already, this is FedFad and we are going to see Madame Butterfly."

Emily rolled her eyes. She could tell this was a hard one.