When I came back from theater on Saturday night, I saw the window of my apartment was lit which meant only one thing - a visitor. And a visitor meant one thing - my sister. She was watching both HBO on TV and "Notting Hill" on a video together, switching the programs all the time. We had great plans: she'd sleep at my place, in the morning we'll go shopping, then lunch at our parents', afternoon was cinema - at last we had a chance to see "X-Men" together. Bianca brought me twenty new pages of her book. She's been working on it for some time, the book would be Laby-related, titled "Elizabeth". At first she wanted to write simple laby-fanfiction story, but the story turned out to be very long and very detailed, so it can't be called "a story" any longer. There will be two versions, the laby-one for the list; and the "without Labyrinth" official version. So I proofread the story, revised it, made my comments... we went to bed late. Father called early in the morning, that he found my "old literal work". And that he would leave the exercise-book on the table for me to pick it up, when I come for lunch. I completely forgot that thing existed. I think I wrote those stories when I was at Primary School, at the age of eleven or twelve. I had no idea what they were about. The next day we did everything we planned. We went shopping, had lunch at our parents', I picked up the exercise book full of childish handwriting, read the first story and almost fell out of a chair laughing. It was already dark, when we were in tube, coming back from cinema. Bianca suddenly touched my arm: "Turn around and look at that guy. On your right on the seat." I turned around as carefully as I could, and almost burst out with laughter. There was a brown-haired young man sitting on my right, and he wore exactly the same glasses Cyclops wore in the movie... of course, it was just a funny coincidence. But later I realized it was an omen of the evening. I was preparing a dinner, Bianca was bored. She took the old exercise-book and as a first thing she started to read my poem "Cinderella". She read it loud, laughing madly. "There is some fairy-tale about some Elizabeth," I told her. I knew it, because I checked the table of contents in the morning. "Wow, it's a great coincidence," Bianca - the author of all the novel about some Elizabeth - was happy. And she found the story immediately, still laughing. Then she stopped laughing.  "What IS this," she asked suddenly, "do you remember it?" I shook my head. In the morning I had no idea this thing even existed. So of course I didn't know what it was about. "The gray color disappeared and was replaced by something amazing. She had a blue sky above her head, all around green grass, colored flowers..." Bianca read loudly. At that moment I remembered. "It was a dream! I had a very strange and a very real dream, so I put it down later." Suddenly I remembered the dream, too. I was the main hero. I felt it - after all the years - I still felt, what it was like, running through steel-gray landscape, shouting, screaming, and how the clouds showed the first piece of a blue sky... It's a very strange feeling, to remember your dream after so many years, and in so many details! Unfortunately I didn't remember anything else, just this one moment. "What is this about?" "That's the problem," Bianca answered, still reading. "This is my Elizabeth." "What do you mean, your Elizabeth?" "It's exactly my story. Some minor details are different, but... the rest is the same. How could you have a dream about something I would write years later?" We read the exercise-book. The story really was a prefect copy - or shall we say original - of Bianca's novel. Both our leading heroines had dark hair and they both had one older blonde sister... there was a curse in both the stories, a child... and not only this. We had the same moments, the same explanations and descriptions. There is one thing I make fun of Bianca because of - a term she uses very often, "power of wind". And I used it in there, too! And the end. The solution was the same. Not similar. The same. Totally. We were sitting at the table till late night, trying to find some normal explanation. But we didn't. I have no idea, how I could write such a story at the age of eleven, when "Labyrinth" was shot four years later and I saw the movie for the first time only one year ago. I have no idea how I could write a story about fairy kingdom, when there are no fairy kingdoms in our national fairy-tales. And most of all, I have no idea how almost twenty years later my sister cold write the same story without reading this one. Everything is connected. Everything is Laby-related. And maybe... the truth is... what do you think? (:o)                 Disclaimer: Everything in this story is truth and truth only.