Charlie stared into Mr. Wonka's eyes as he held his hands, an innocent and curious twinkle in his own.  Just the warmth of the man's fingers was enough to put him in a trance, and he found himself wishing it could last forever.  The daydream was broken when Willy Wonka spoke up.<br/><br/>"Oh wow, that would be splendid!" Charlie replied, a wide grin on his face.  He ran over to the glass elevator, waiting inside for Mr. Wonka.  "I can't wait to see it.  I never once thought I'd ever get to see the inside of your room!  I bet it's something wild...you sleep in there right?  I bet you have the coolest bed ever-<br/>Charlie stumbled on that sentence, feeling immediately embarrassed for thinking about where Mr. Wonka slept, like it was too personal or something.  "-bed...side table!  And...I bet you have a crazy looking dresser too!"  The boy tried to make up for his awkwardness, rubbing the back of his neck and waiting for the glass elevator to arrive.