Hello, this is Ivy Williams. Karate black belt, knitter, and between universe traveler. I also make recordings of my adventures, which get sent to somebody who types them out and puts them up on the internet.

I have absolutely no idea how Ariel talked me into doing that play. I'm not really into dancing, and my talents in acting and singing are… limited at best. When they approached me about the part, saying they needed another dancer and Ariel had recommended me, I almost said no.

Still, when your school's doing a big production and you want to help your friends, though, it's surprising what you can end up doing. Not to sound arrogant, but I'm a very good dancer.

So, I ended up in a crazy purple outfit and grey mask, dancing around the stage and singing "Masquerade" from Phantom of the Opera. Among other indignities.

"I love your outfit!" said Ariel when she first saw me wearing it.

Easy for her to say, she didn't have to wear it. Her outfit actually left her with some dignity. Ariel wore a pink dress and grey boots. Her hair flowed down her back in brown curls.

"Thanks," I said.

Ariel sat down the staircase we were using for the scene. We had been given a ten minute break between rehearsals. "I forgot you could dance. I suppose it has been a while since you stopped – what, two or three years?"

"Something like that." I peeled off the mask – the theater was really hot. "I suppose it does come in handy at times." I pulled my knitting out of a bag and started working. "One day, I'm going to see this musical on Broadway and you'll be Christine. I look forward to that day."

Ariel laughed. "I wish. If anyone here's going to Broadway, it's Edward, not me. My singing voice has a long way to go before I'll be ready for that. If I ever am." She nodded to the boy in the Phantom's Red Death costume who kept glancing in our direction. "I think Edward likes you."

I shrugged. He wasn't exactly subtle. He talked to me at every opportunity and I constantly caught him watching me.

"You should be nicer to him. I mean, you're not rude or anything, but you're never really all that friendly, either."

I keep my distance from guys – and pretty much everyone, really. It's best for everyone.

"Okay, everybody, back in place!" yelled the director.

I took my position by the stairs.

"From the beginning!" said the director.

We broke out into the musical number yet again.

The door at the back of the theater opened and someone sprinted up to the edge of the stage. "Excuse me!" said a rather breathless voice. "There's a call for Ivy Williams and someone says it's really important."

I walked to the front of the stage and took the proffered phone.

"Skye is currently bleeding out from two gunshot wounds," said Agent Coulson's voice in my ear. "You wouldn't know anything about this, would you?"

I nearly dropped the phone. "I think you know the answer to that," I managed.

"Ivy, are you okay?" asked Ariel.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine." I jumped off the stage.

"Be waiting outside of your school in ten minutes," ordered Agent Coulson.

"Yes, sir."

He hung up.

I handed the phone back. "I have to go, I'm sorry, there's a bit of an emergency," I said. "A friend of mine needs help. Someone's getting me a ride, but I have to get changed and go."

The director nodded. "Of course, yes, go. Leave your costume in the back with the spares."