Trouble with Dessert-Part 7

Pete felt like he had another knock on his head. He looked at the kindly lady. Then he started shaking his head trying to wake himself up from this unreal dream.
“Can you take her back with you?” said the lady.
‘Nope, not a dream,’ Pete thought to himself, “take her back with me?” he asked out loud.
“I know that you are both the same species. I need you to take her back to earth. She is very vital for the continuous of your species. We knew you would be showing up soon. The time for her to take action is rapidly approaching.”
“Vital for our species, back to earth, time rapidly approaching…” Pete mumbled to himself. He put his hands over his face, hoping that when he opened his eyes that he would be in his bedroom.
“I’m sorry Pete. This is a lot to take in at once. Someday maybe I will explain,” came the little voice of the miniature Mary.
“No Mary. You must never explain. It is too much for the human race to grasp.”
“I know Mama, but he looks so sad. I just want to help him.”
“You will, but not with knowledge. That will not be of any help to him.”
While this conversation was going on, Pete just numbly sat and watched the two talking. The two turned to him.
“Are you finished eating? If so, you must be off. The time has come,” said the Grandma lady.
“How?” Pete gasped out.
“I’ll show you,” Mary told him.
Mary got up from the table and ran towards the kindly Grandma like lady. They hugged for a couple minutes.
“I’ll miss you. Are you sure I can do this all on my own?” Mary asked.
“Yes, we are confident you are ready. I will think of you always,” the grandma replied.
“I can never see you again?” Mary whispered with a slight wail.
“No, that is not possible,” the Grandma gave her another hug and then said, “you must go now Mary. You know where we are located just look up into your sky whenever you may need strength.”
“Yes, Mama,” she turned to Pete, “okay, I’m ready. Follow me and we’ll take are trip back to earth.”
Pete stood up and looked toward the kind lady. He smiled and thanked her for breakfast. He figured the best thing to do right now is just to go along with the dream. He could sort out all the symbolism when he woke up in the morning. He followed Mary down a long corridor. He seemed to have many doors but when Pete touched one of the walls, his hand sunk in like if it was made of Jell-O. Jell-O reminded him of Mary Adams on earth.
“Mary, do you know…” he started to ask.
“No Pete, I promised to give you no information.”“ I know, I respect that however this has to do with something that happened on earth.”
“I realize that Pete. Now is not the time even for earth answers. I promise one day this should make some sort of sense to you.”
Pete looked at this little girl. She looked to be about the age of seven. Yet, when she talked to him she sounded much older. Pete decided to try a different question.
“How many years have you been here?”
Mary looked up at Pete. She gave him a scrutinizing glance trying to decide whether or not to answer him. She apparently felt that this question wasn’t too much for Pete’s human brain because she told him, “about 20 years.”
“20 years????” Pete exclaimed.
“Mama was right. Information is too much for you and other humans. You cannot seem to see things out of your small world cycle.”
Pete was about to explain himself. Something about the way she said that last part made him feel guilty for being human. He never viewed himself as narrow minded before this instance. He opened his mouth but before the words were out, Mary started talking.
“Okay, Pete. Here is the door for earth,” after saying these words Mary immediately opened the door and walked inside. Pete followed her inside or outside. Pete couldn’t figure it out. Again, he attempted to talk to Mary. This time however everything went black. Pete struggled to open his eyes. It did not seem to be as easy as it used to be. When he finally overcame this mountainous obstacle, he looked about him. It was dark. He looked up and saw the night sky full of stars.
“Earth?” he asked Mary. She didn’t answer back. In fact, he didn’t see her anywhere. She had disappeared as quickly as she appeared. Pete didn’t have time to reflect on that fact because he heard a noise he was very familiar with as a human, a honking horn of a car. He quickly moved out the way to a sidewalk. He wondered what to do now. His cell phone started to ring. He hadn’t realized it had been with him the whole time. He pulled it out and answered it. He heard ringing and then Mary’s answering machine pick up. He decided he might find answers by leaving a message.
When he opened his mouth, he noticed his voice sounded foreign to his own ears. All he was able to croak out was, “Mmmaawwee, iss me,”