“Why would I want to know why I am here?” Sheldon asked, looking confused.
“Wait, you really don’t remember why we came to this house?” Charlotte stared at him. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Yes, why did we come to this house?” Charlotte’s mother asked. “I’ve been wondering that.”
“Me too,” chimed in Charlotte’s dad.
“Wow, none of you remember.” Charlotte looked confused.
“I remember,” said that cat, “but then again, I’m the cat.”
“True,” Charlotte said. “Wait, I’ll show you. It’s right here in the book.” She walked up to the author’s desk, and started looking through the pages.
“Pumpkin, I don’t think you should be looking through that. It could be…”
“Blank.” said Charlotte.
“Excuse me?”
“They’re all blank.” Charlotte was staring down at the desk. “All the pages are blank. And they weren’t when we got here.”