My head was pounding and the lights overhead flickers on like multiple suns burning holes in my eyelids.

“Where am I?” I heard the familiar voice grumble form a pile of pillows that seemed to appear next to me at the sound. Buddy punched his way out of the pile and just from the surface, wavering a little when he landed. I rose from the throne that I now noticed I had woken in, thinking exactly what I had just heard buddy say. Other things began appearing too, lamps and couches and beds more that should be in any house. It wasn’t until I heard the footsteps of a grown man in the distance that I realized where we were. Macy’s! Before I had time to explain I grabbed buddy’s small hand and yanked all three foot seven of him to his feet again and ran. We busted out of a large door that said exit into a snowy ally.

“Santa IS going to kill us.” I wheezed between breaths.

“What happened last night?” Buddy responded with difficulty trying to catch his own breath. “The last thing I remember doing was drinking Santa’s super secret eggnog.”