It was a weird house. Even weirder there was a smaller version of the house inside the weird house. He sensed something sweet, so he flew towards it. He did not have a name, or a purpose, other than finding pollen to create honey for the queen. Something stood in the way of his only goal, a young lady, in her twenties, wearing a funny hat and a long dark blue skirt and a pink blouse. His first instinct was to sting but as he charged forward he hit some invisible wall. He flew around madly bouncing off walls he could not see. He looked up to find some metal round thing with little holes poked through it, too small for him to escape through. He was forced up by the invisible walls right in front of the young woman's face.

"You and me are a lot alike," she said sweetly. He knew he was different from other bees, in that he could understand the speech of the large monsters that were seemingly everywhere. Ever since he was small he listened to them, he would catch snippets of conversations from small children playing in the forest where he lived. Yet he did not understand the meanings of this monster's words, "You are confused! I've seen it on many people's faces when they are stuck on puzzles. But if people did not get stuck, what use would we be?" He still wasn't following. "I know why you came here little bee, animals with the gift can always smell or sense the puzzles as if it was sweet nectar in your case." She giggled.

A puzzle? He questioned, what was that? The sweet smell grew stronger and stronger; he hit the walls harder trying to break free. He heard the loud slam of the windows opening wide. Little spheres of light danced into the room. They looked as if stars from the sky had floated down to meet the odd lady. "Those are puzzles, my bee," her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, "I am what you may call a puzzle keeper, puzzles that people forget or get stuck on come to me for shelter." As she explained one puzzle flew straight toward him, he looked away from the brilliant glow. "You also attract puzzles; you have a sort of "magnetic personality". Through some training you could become an excellent puzzle keeper."

She removed the metal circular thing, he flew upwards. He was free he could fly away back to the hive. Or, stay with the weird lady and the sweet lights. The globe of light floated closer to him, he felt a strange warmth. "Stay?" she asked, pleading with her eyes. She held out her hands. The puzzle and the bee floated to rest in her palms. "Thank-you, my bee," she whispered, the other lights flew into the tiny cottage sitting in the middle of the room. She carried the puzzle and the bee in her hands and placed them both into the cottage. The bee felt sleepy, he rested on a shelf inside the small cottage amongst the blinking lights.