September 2nd 1996, 10:42am.

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping, and water running. Not the shower kind of water, but running water from a lake outside, and it sounds beautiful. I lift my head up from the pillow and look around. I didn't actually see how big this room really is, but now that I look at it, it actually is gigantic. I get up out of bed and make my way out of the room. I don't have my tooth brush with me or any extra clothes, or even a hair brush for that fact, so I just walk downstairs. I stop halfway and see Michael in the kitchen and three boys sitting around on the couch talking and laughing. I recognize one of them as well, which was Brett. Michael's head turns to my direction and when he sees me he smiles.

"Hey, good morning Carmella," he says. "Come sit with us, I'll make you something to eat."

I rub my arm and walk downstairs to go sit with the kids. Michael is still dressed in his pyjamas, and his hair looks more wavy than curly.

"So how did you sleep?" Michael asks.

"Good."

"Hi again," Brett greets me. "Michael made us chocolate pancakes, would you like some?"

"Yeah, that'll be nice."

"Good, because I made you some when you were asleep," Michael says from the kitchen grabbing a plate. "I didn't want to wake you up though." He giggles and kindly hands me a plate of the most delicious batch of chocolate chip pancakes I've ever seen in my whole entire life. I take the plate and thank him, then go to sit down again.

I began digging into my breakfast, and I can honestly say it tastes like heaven on Earth. It's an honour for me to try something a Jackson made. It never occurred to me before that he was this good of a cook. Brett and two other kids were chatting away to each other enthusiastically about something, while I was just lost in my own thoughts while indulging in my delicious breakfast.

Suddenly the doorbell rings followed by a loud knock, which startled everyone. One of Michael's maids opens it and is surprised to what they see.

"Let me in," a demanding woman's voice says.

The maid looks back at Michael and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"Uh, Mr. Jackson isn't in," she responds.

"Don't give me that bullshit. I demand to see my ex-husband, now."

Michael walks up to the front door and raises his eyebrows. "Lisa, what are you doing here?" he says.

"Well, I'm here to see you, of course."

Michael glances back to us, then to her again and says, "Now isn't exactly the time."

"Why? What's going on? What are you doing? Who are you hiding?"

She reaches over his shoulder to look inside the house, clearly annoyed at him for not letting her in.

"Please, just leave, now."

"But Mikey, I need to speak with you." She pouts.

He groans and reluctantly lets her in. She walks in the house, dressed very casually.

"Uh, kids, I'll just be a second. Stay here with Blanca," Michael says, referring to a maid.

I look around at everyone, and suddenly made up the excuse that, "I have to go to the bathroom."

"Down the hall on your left," says Blanca.

"Thank you." I get up and make my way down to where Michael took Lisa. I know it's not a very nice thing to do since they could be talking about something very private, but I can't help myself, I'm a very curious person. As I'm making my way down the hall, I bump into the one and only, Francesca.

"I thought I told you to watch yourself Carmella! Just because I agreed to taking you here, doesn't mean you are allowed to just wonder off in the house," she says.

"Forgive me Fran, but I-"

"Seinora Cesca, to you," she corrects me.

"Uh, Seinora Cesca, I was just going to the bathroom."

I don't like this. I've always called her by her name. The fact that I can predict the future is scaring me beyond belief. She stares at me for a second and dramatically pulls me away without warning.

"Listen, Michael and I were discussing this when you were sleeping and since I won't have time to take care of you, and your mother clearly doesn't want you back anytime soon, you'll have nowhere to stay. So, you have to go on tour wit Michael."

I pretend to act surprised as if I didn't hear it last night and say, "Oh, uh, alright then."

She smiles a little. "Good, because you don't have a choice."

We walk out of the room and she makes her way over to the kitchen. "Oh, and don't do anything stupid," she reminds me for the one millionth time. I just nod my head and walk back to the living room, in which no one is in.

I look around nervously, not knowing what to do with myself, when I just remembered that I left my sneakers upstairs when I went to go to bed last night.

I run up the stairs and grab them, put them on and walk back downstairs, only to find Michael and Lisa walking out. I stop in my tracks and walk back a little.

"Make sure you think about what I said," Lisa says with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah." Michael rolls his eyes.

She walks up to the door and stops and turns around and says, "I know you'll want me again eventually, you'll see."

Michael rubs his thumb on his lower lip, then smirks and shakes his head at her. Lisa chucks him an evil look and walks out of the door, slamming it behind her. I feel this is a good time to walk downstairs and when I do, he makes direct eye contact with me and awkwardly says, "I'm going to just umm, get changed."

"Oh and everyone else is sitting outside just out there," he points to a door that leads to the backyard, "if you'd like to join them."

"Thanks," I say and walk out. I find Brett and two of his friends laughing at one another, plus Blanca casually sweeping the concrete floor. I sit down quietly on one of the chairs and smile shyly. It truly is beautiful out here, and the fresh air is amazing.

Just as I find the opportunity to open my mouth, I hear loud screaming coming from inside the house. We all stop in our tracks and run inside, only to find an extremely pissed Lisa throwing what looks to be picture frames of Michael and his family, valuable items, and other thing on the wall inside a tiny long hallway.

I can't exactly make out what she's screaming, but I know it has something to do with Michael as that's the only word that I can understand. Michael runs back downstairs, pulling up his pyjama pants and mutters, "Bitch," under his breath. We all follow behind him, making our way to a long hallway where a distressed Lisa was ruining everything.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop!" Michael yells at her.

She gives him an evil look and walks off, pushing me out of her way. Michael follows after her, and I kind of tag along behind to see what's going on. The kids just stand with their mouths agape, shocked to what they just witnessed in front of them.

"Come on, Michael will see you again another time," says Blanca. I haven't exactly got to ask Michael about me and his tour, so I'm hoping to do that soon...If I can.

"Lisa, what is it that you want me to do? It's only been a month, you made your choice, it's over," Michael says in a soft tone.

Lisa softens her facial expression and looks down, not saying anything. Michael sighs and rubs his forehead until he asks her to politely leave. Lisa leaves through the back door without question, and Michael turns around.

"Guys I'm sor-" Michael begins, but stops when he sees that I'm the only one in the room.

"Uh, Brett and the others kind of left," I say.

Michael lets out a loud sigh and then says, "I'm sorry you had to witness that. I don't know what's wrong with her, honestly."

Francesca comes out of another room and chuckles, "It's obvious she wants you back, Michael. Who can blame her? You're a very attractive man," she says and winks.

Michael giggles and turns to me with a look of concern on his face and asks, "Are you okay? Did she hurt you?"

"No, I'm okay."

"I guess this gives me more time to show you around to the places we didn't get to yesterday. I mean if you want to, of course."

I wonder how in the world we didn't go everywhere yesterday, as it seemed like we did because we've been walking around for so long.

I gladly agree, and Michael goes back upstairs and changes into a red button up, slacks and loafers, finishing off with of course, his signature hat. He sees me waiting on the couch patiently and says, "Shall we?"