Zoey's ears still seemed to be steaming even when the girls eventually reached the seventh grade dorm where the music was coming from. The door was shut, but it was obvious it was that one because the impact of the bass was making everything outside the room vibrate.

Zoey put one hand on her hip moodily and knocked the door loudly with the other. When nobody answered she began to shout.

"Dustin, open up right now!! I know you're in there!"

"But how are you sure it's him who's causing all the commotion?" Quinn asked.

"-And how are you sure he's the only seventh grader who likes sixties stuff?" Lola added.

"Yeah, maybe we came down here for no reason whatsoever!" Nicole said, even though she was still feeling bubbly and said it in a rather upbeat sort of tone.

"What a waste of time.." Dana said huffily, sighing and crossing her arms.

"-Look, whatever or whoever's causing it-" Zoey began, still steaming slightly, "it's stopping us from doing our work, right? So I'm gonna put a stop to it. And if it is Dustin, then he's gonna get a good telling off from someone-"

Suddenly something bizarre happened - the dorm door was thrown right open and the girls leapt back, screaming in fright of all getting whacked in their faces. Out of the bustle of people dancing in the darkness of the dorm came something that was enough to make Zoey want to scream forever…

"Logan??!" The five girls gasped in shock.

It certainly was Logan, staggering out of the dorm with a rather large something on top of him… no, it wasn't him alone that made Zoey want to scream eternally (although that'd probably work for anyone else), it was the 12-year-old she'd spotted clinging onto his back. He wasn't safe there!

"Dustin?!" she gasped, then she went and stood right in front of Logan's wobbly path, her hand right in his face. "Put… my brother down… NOW!"

"..Nah…" was Logan's exhausted reply. He sounded and looked absolutely terrible. "-He's having...fun…"

He then turned and all Zoey could think of was to look to the others for help. They just stood there, in shock.

"Erm, Zoey…" Nicole began, biting her lip nervously. Quinn was the only one who could finish her sentence.

"-I think Logan's drunk… and take a look at Dustin…"

Zoey swallowed. She was getting seriously worried now. Logan was swaying from side to side down the hallway, and Dustin lay flat on his back, no sign of motion, just flat with his blond head to the side. Zoey ran to him and tried to lift her brother off Logan's back.

"..What you doin?!.." Logan murmured, sounding not his grumpy, usual self, but like he was half-asleep or had just been hypnotized.

"You guys-" Zoey said, still pulling but turning her head back to her friends, who were still too much in shock to help her, "grab Logan while I'm getting Dustin off and take him to the nurse right away.."

There were several timid 'oks' from behind her as the others ran up and tried their best to help separate Logan from Dustin. Nicole and Lola ran on, telling Zoey they were going to inform the principal about this wild party right away. After a few seconds it was Zoey on Dustin's side, and Quinn and Dana on Logan's side, pulling his arms free of supporting Dustin's legs.

Eventually Zoey got a proper grasp of her brother – Logan stood up straight and let go as she lifted him down from under his arms, and Quinn and Dana immediately grabbed Logan and escorted him off to the nurse. Dustin felt heavy and he didn't seem to want to talk at all. Zoey breathed out, still holding him upright, and then Dustin coughed and threw up all over her new shoes.

One normal evening at PCA had turned into a living nightmare…