Disclaimer: I own people from D.L.1 and I don't own anyone from anywhere else unless it's a subliminal character. Well you can figure it out. Hahaha.

So finally everyone returned home except for Ian, who was already there.

"Well that was fun." Toast said to the authoress, who was standing opposed to Toast, who was on her bed.

She just nodded and went on about her business.

"So will we do that again so I can sniff Haldir's hair?"

"Barney dance..." authoress warned.

"Shutting up."

The authoress swayed across the room swiftly.

"What is it?" Toast asked, sensing that something was going on with authoress.

"Its not over..." She told Toast in a very eerie voice.

"Cut that out! You're scaring me."

"Sorry. My throat hurts." She cleared her throat.

"Soooo... what's not over yet?"

"The happenings of freakishly long stories written by a freakishly weird 8th going on 9th grader."

"Im going to sniff Haldir!! Im gunna sniff Haldir!!" Toast chanted.

"It might not happen. Stay away from anything lamp-like."

"Spoons too?"

"Especially spoons. Stay away from anything that will hurt you in any way shape or form."

"Okay! Im going to Ian's!"

"...That should be safe..." Authoress mumbled as Toast walked off.