Yo! Yup, it's me again. Be expecting another chapter tomorrow, so stay tuned, or something like that. Now, get ready for more SMWJFA! (That means So much work, just for ants.)

Pigs would fly and shower candy onto the world if I own TDI.

The crescent moon hung low in the indigo sky. With sparkles comparable to diamonds, stars decorated the heavens, each of them desperately trying to shine as brilliantly as the sun. With torches lighting our way, we treaded the narrow pathway that meandered through the thick vegetation. The walk was quiet and awkward. She walked right beside me, her eyes wide and alert, sometimes darting around, as if expecting something to jump out of the growth. I would laugh at such behavior, but the woods do seem a little bit creepy. Without Chef, that large burly guy, felt totally weird. Like I had lost some measure of security. For once, I worried about our safety. Bears roam freely in Wawanakwa, so it does not make sense to let my guard down. Other than the backpack, I've brought a machete with me, slung at the side of my waist. Originally it was to add some drama to our trip, but coming to my senses, it could prove to be a useful weapon. But like any other incompetent hikers, both of us soon calmed down, bored of the uneventful trip.

"Hey. What did you bring with you?" she asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"A backpack with several stuff in it. And a machete."

I took out the silvery blade and hacked the air in emphasis.

"What for? I mean the machete."

"For bears and psychotic castaways."

"You're the one who's psychotic."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

With extreme caution, I placed the threatening weapon away back to the side of my waist. One clumsy false move could seriously damage my manlihood.

"So why you want to help me anyways? The real reason please."

"Heather isn't exactly a lovable person. Hot yes, but still. Besides, this could be fun! It'll be a break from all that hosting."

"Well, so far I'm feeling no fun."

"Who knew?"

"Mind if I ask you a question?"

"I am bored. So go ahead, entertain me."

"Do you write diaries?"

My body stiffened at the sound of the last word. I hesitated. Man she's good.

"Does it matter?"

"Well, sorry for trying to have a conversation."

That stung me a little. Or maybe more.

"If you must know, yes. I do."

"Wow. You don't look like one who does."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing. Just…didn't expect a guy to write."

"I am the writer of this show, you know."

"You are?"

"And the executive producer."

"You do so much? Hard to believe all that."

Raising my eyebrow, I stared at her, wondering how this conversation is going.

"I thought you are just the host of this show. Must be hectic to be you."

"It is kinda hectic. But it does give me a big paycheck. Not to mention it's fun to control your fate."

I saw her knit her brows at my last comment, but it all disappeared soon once her mind found a question for me.

"How much do you earn? In a month?"

"Hmm…Confidential."

"Oh well. Can't say I didn't try then."

I know what you're thinking. Where's the action? Where's the romance? Where's the reviews? All of that will be answered, on the later part of the story.