Previously on What Could Quite Possibly Be The Strangest Dream I Have Ever Had...

After a huge flop movie, four family members discover a dead dæmon in their neighborhood. As the couple Peter and Lucy return home for a comfortable evening of fear, a strange man comes to the door asking for sugar. After he leaves, Yars, Peter's dæmon, makes a shocking discovery: the man had no dæmon.....

~PART TWO~

"You can't be serious, Yars. Everyone has a dæmon. Without one, you'd be dead. It's just impossible."

"It's what I saw. If you don't believe me, fine. But you'll see. He had no dæmon."

Lucy stands up and walks over to the tiny rat.

"Listen, Yars, it's been a long day. You were probably just tired and didn't notice his dæmon."

"No!"

"Yars, please, come to your senses!"

"Your supposed to believe me, Peter. Please. Believe."

Peter sighs.

"Fine. I'll go over there now. And you'll see. He'll have some sort of frog, probably."

"Alright... But you'll see I'm right."

Peter opens the front door and walks to his neighbor across the street. He carefully walks up to the door and rings the bell. The mailslot opens and a voice comes through.

"Yes?"

"Oi, hi, it's me, Peter, your neighbor? You borrowed some sugar not five minutes ago?"

"Oh, yes, Peter. Thank you so much for that sugar, I so needed it."

"Right. Anyway, my dæmon and I were just wondering if you and your dæmon wouldn't mind stopping over for a spot of tea later today. It would be great to get to know you and, erm, what's your dæmon's name? As a matter of fact, what's your name?"

"Oh, uh, I'm Harold Crumfeldt, and my dæmon is, erm, Jekle."

"Okay, then. Can you make it later today then, Mr. Crumfeldt?"

"Well, erm, no, sorry, goodbye."

He slams the mailslot shut. Yars pokes her head from Peter's pocket.

"I told ya, Pete. He doesn't have a dæmon!"

"Excuse me?" Harold's voice echoes through the closed door, "You noticed my lack of dæmon?"

Yars sticks out her tongue.

Peter scowls, but speaks, "Well yes, actually. It was my dæmon, Yars who–"

"Come in. Right now."

The door opens and Peter is ushered inside. Within the house, Harold gestures to what look like enormous cut up tree trunks and speaks in a hushed whisper of a voice, "Do you see that? Right there? That's why my human is dead."

"Your human? But–"

"I'm a dæmon."

"But you're human, you can't be–"

"These are pieces to a Glof Worm. When cut up and petrified, they are said to have magical properties. You see, my human, Harold, only wanted to test if said magic actually exhisted, so he bought these pieces at a local museum's going out of business auction. He then brought them home to test. Upon assembling these worm chunks in order, they glowed of a certain blue color and then seemed to explode... That's when we switched. I was no longer a small dog, but my human companion, Harold. And he was then me. We were so scared, so frightened... He ran out into the street and was hit by a car. I was so afraid that I was going to die with the connection of the human and the dæmon, but the worm had done that. The connection was lost. One could now exhist without the other. I was free from the bonds, however amazing life was before, it was going to get better! I had to think of some way to intergrate myself into your world. So I thought, hey, why don't I go meet the neighbors. That'll be fun! But you saw me dæmonless, or, rather, humanless... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you had to be a part of this, Peter."

Peter stands for a moment before staggering to a heap on the floor. He gulps, fumbling for words.

"Dear god! I... I have to tell Lucy! This is a major scientific breakthrough! You could be a millionaire, Jekle!"

"Yes, and yet... It would seem selfish. Unfulfilling, I guess. To mooch off of a dead man."

"People do it all the time."

"Yes, but on the tele. Not ever in real life... And if they do, I don't want to know of it!"

"You know what, fine. I'll alert the government of this. It will be all over the news– the man without a dæmon... No. The dæmon without a man. You'd like that, wouldn't you Jekle? The publicity? And it would be mine, not yours. Last chance, Jekle. What will it be?"

"I... I..."

"FREEZE! HANDS IN THE AIR!"

"What?"

The front door burst down in an explosion of splintering flame as three policemen entered the late Mr. Crumfeldt's house.

"You are hereby arrested for the somehow possible murder of your dæmon."

"What? No!"

"You have it all wrong, officers," Peter speaks up, "the man is innocent!"

"You wanna go to jail, too?"

"No, but... You can't arrest this man!"

"You have the right to remain silent."

"How could this happen, Jekle?"

The poor dæmon only has time to mouth out "I don't know" before he is whisked away by the police.

"What have we done, Pete?" Yars speaks up, "I know this is our fault somehow."

"No... It couldn't have been...."

Lucy steps into the picture, through the rubble, as if from nowhere.

"It was me, Peter. I reported Mr. Crumfeldt after you pointed out how he had no dæmon."

"Lucy... No..."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Peter looks down at his feet for a moment before leaping up with a grin.

"Oh, but I've got something to show you, Lucy, something big!"

Peter proceded to push the enormous petrified worm into place, or rather the pieces into their places.

"What are you doing, Pete?" says the concerned Yars, "Do you want to end up like Jekle? Or Mr. Crumfeldt for that matter?"

"No, because you won't be involved. Lucy, tell Kornilius to get back, tell him to get as far back as he can. Yars, please, go with Kornilius. Be safe. I don't want anything to happen to you."

A single tear drips down the furry face of Yars before she wipes it away and backs off to the corner where Kornilius is huddled.

"Get ready, Lucy."

Peter pushes the final worm chunk into place, and it begins to glow an eerie blue. The room is bathed in a gorgeous light.

"C'mon, Lucy."

"Peter... What is this? I'm scared."

"Don't be. I'm here. Nothing will happen."

And he holds her hand, and she holds his, and they touch the glowing worm, and they switch.

TO BE CONTINUED...