Review Reply for Chapter Four of 'Past':

Xshotgunxsinner4X: Thanks! I was aiming for cute. This one, though. . .I'm aiming for angst but. . .well, my muses hate me. (Lilann: We most certainly do not. We simply take great pleasure in annoying you to no end.) rolls eyes

WHADDUP ASHHH.: Well, I would certainly love to read it. Thanks for your support.

Unavailable Penname: No one ever accused us of making sense. . .besides 'Present' is written differently, and changing writing styles in the middle of a story bothers me. . .kinda like when my friend CT switched from 1st to 3rd to 1st and then back to 3rd POV, all in one paragraph.

girliegurl: Thankies.

Tweetybaby: You're welcome. Here's the beginning of the sequel, hope you like. You know, since its dedicated to you.

A/n: I did say this would be up in three days, didn't I? (yelling from a distance) Er, sorry. I mean 'we.' glares at Kitami Happy now?

Danny and Lolo

"Dude, you're moping." Michael said pointedly.

"So?"

"So it's a nice day out. You shouldn't be inside."

"You're inside." Logan said.

"Forgot my ball." He picked it up and tossed it once. "Hey, you should come join us."

"Nah." Logan waved his hand dismissively.

Michael nodded and left the room.

"Well?" Zoey asked anxiously.

"No luck."

"Rats!" Nicole exclaimed loudly.

"He's been like this for two whole days, man." Michael said. "It's creepy."

"I agree." Said Chase. "And living with a mopey Logan? Not fun. What?"

"Mopey?" Zoey asked, then ducked as he flicked a frech fry at her. "Well, that leaves only one option."

"No."

"But Dana-!"

"I said 'no.'"

"Please?" Nicole begged. "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please?"

After several minutes of begging (Nicole) and attempts at reasoning (Zoey), Dana stood up with a probably exaggerated sigh, threw her cd player down onto her bed and stalked out of the room with a disgruntled, "Fine!"

"Do you think she'll really do it?" Nicole asked after a while.

Zoey shook her head. "Not a chance. C'mon, let's go get her."

"I'm going to kill you two! Zoey! Nicole!" Dana protested as the aformentioned steered her through the boys dorm, one on each arm. "Are you two listening to me!?"

"Open the door!" Zoey yelled.

Without watching to make sure the boys had, she and Nicole pushed Dana into the room. The boys (well, Michael and Chase anyway) ran out of the room and pulled the door shut behind them.

"Where's Quinn?" Nicole asked worriedly.

"Right here." Said Quinn, suddenly appearing behind them. Nicole jumped.

Quinn held up a television remote (with appendages) and wove her way through the congregation of people holding the door closed against Dana's attempts to escape. She pointed the remote (with appendages) toward the door.

"I'd move my hands now if I were you," She warned before pushing a button. A laser shot out to fthe tip of the remote (with appendages) and hit the keyhole. "Uh-oh." Quinn muttered.

"Uh-oh?" Zoey echoed slightly nervously.

"I can't. . .turn it off." Quinn said thoughtfully. "Maybe if I take out the batteries. . ."

She began to fumble with a latch on the bottom of the remote (with appendages). Meanwhile, the doorknob began to sag.

"Dude, she's melting our doorknob!" Michael exclaimed.

"Ah-ha!" Quinn said happily as she pulled the batteries out. The laser flickered and disappeared. "They won't be able to get out now."

"Yeah." Said Chase. "But how do we," He motioned to himself and Michael, "Get in?"

Quinn shrugged.

"So," Nicole said perkily, "Anyone want sushi?"