I could imagine the annoyed look Mom would give me when I came home with paint on me.

Funny, I didn't remember getting home.

But I was laying down and-

I opened my eyes.

That is not my mom.

I let loose a scream and the dainty, pointy-eared, red-haired man standing over me jumped back and released a similar scream.

I slowly sat up, rubbing my sore head. There was no trace of the strange glittery paint.

More odd, dainty figures came into view.

The red-haired guy had wings. So did all of his friends. Two girls, a blonde and a blue-hair, and one other guy, who had white hair.

I rubbed my head harder.

"Shit," I muttered. "This is not real."

"On the contrary," said Blue Hair. "It is real."

"Merde? II devrait garder sa bouche propre!" Scolded White Hair.

"Oh, come off it!" Cried Blondie indignantly in a faintly French-accented English.

"Sort de quoi, ma cheré sœur?" White Hair replied.

I coughed. "Um, I'm still here?"

"Attendez votre tour, humain!" Cried the winged Frenchman.

"Does anyone else know what he's saying?" I asked.

"Bien sûr! IIls me comprennent tous, garçon non cultivé!"

"He does get that I don't understand him, right?"

"We're not sure," said Blondie.

"Je suis offenśe! Ma capacité mentale est tout aussi grande que la vôtre!"

"Is there a reason I'm here?" I asked, still perplexed by the white-haired fairy guy.

"First things first, I'm Teal," said Blondie.

"Thorn Angel."

"Je m'appelle Stacey. J'adore le nom, Thorn Angel!"

"I'm Vic," said Blue Hair.

"They call me Ford, said the red-head in a growly, mechanical voice.

"So why am I here?"

"La reine Amidala et Friar Anaheim demandé à vous recontrer."

"Um........?"

"Our queen and the friar requested to see you," Vic said.

"Speaking of which, they'll want to see you," rasped Ford.

Teal snickered, but led them all out the barred door.

It closed with a clang of metal on metal and they all levitated out, floating on the glittery stuff from earlier.

I let out a breath of relief and lay my back on the cold wall behind me.

Chains rattled behind me and I turned.

"I'd shake your hand, but I'm kind of restrained."