Janet could just make out the shape of another human being though the mist made it slightly difficult. It wasn't moving and it seemed to be facing away from her. Why was someone else up here? No one came here. It just wasn't done. Parents forbade their children to venture up to the hill because they thought they would catch some intergalactic disease. Whoever it is must be brave or just seriously stupid.

With cautious steps, Janet made her way over to the other being. Without making any noise she slowly circled in an attempt to get a better look. It was no use though. The mist was too thick. Anticipation bubbled inside of her.

"Excuse me," she called. Janet immediately clamped a hand over her mouth. What if this person was crazy? She just announced her presence to a potential killer. They were in the middle of nowhere. It was a perfect place to kill her because no one would know. Terrible thoughts flew through her mind as she ran for her car. She was panting and trying not to cry or slip in the dirt. She finally got to her car and shoved the key into the ignition when there was a soft knock on her window.

"Holy Jesus!"

In a spasm of fright Janet threw her belongings all over the car. She pounded her fist on the window in hopes of scaring off the tiny woman standing on the other side. But the tiny woman wasn't fazed. In fact, she was smiling pleasantly. Her voice was muffled because of the barrier between them but it sounded as if she was calling Janet's name.

Curiosity got the best of Janet as she slowly opened the window a tiny crack. She pressed her face the opening. "May I help you?"

The lady beamed at the fact that Janet was in fact communicating with her. She clapped feverishly and bit her lip in the most childish way. A puzzled expression crept across Janet's face. Maybe this woman wasn't exactly a killer, but she definitely was crazy. She was on the chubbier side with thick brown hair that tumbled down her back in slight curls. Her eyes were magnified about 10 times because of the heavy duty glasses she wore. And what was even stranger was that she was wearing a tuxedo.

"Look, I'm going to be going now. It was nice meeting you." Janet turned the key once more to start the car. The engine roared to life and her hand was poised around the clutch when a hand clamped around the window. It was that woman and she was now grabbing onto her car. What was with her?

Janet very rarely got mad, and if she did she made sure to be lady-like with her anger. The last thing she wanted to do was explode. That wouldn't be very proper. But the anger she felt towards this cow of a woman were so strong that it was hard to control herself. In one swift motion Janet was out of her car and pressed up against the lady. Her face was contorted in rage and her hands were balled up into tight fists.

"You've got a lot of nerve, lady. I swear if you don't leave me alone I will hurt you," she growled. She surprised herself at how vicious she sounded. Little Janet Weiss actually sounded scary. She sounded like she meant business.

A dark look clouded over the woman's pudgy face. Maybe it was confusion mixed with hurt, but her eyes welled up with tears. None fell because she wiped them away, but she was obviously upset.

"My name is Jane."

Janet stared in wonderment at the woman before her. She had spoken finally. So maybe she wasn't totally nuts, but there was something off about her. She opened her mouth to speak but Jane cut her off.

"You're Janet Weiss. I know you. I know you better than you think. I was there that night. I was part of the convention. I saw what Dr. Frank-N-Furter did. I was there."

It took awhile for Jane's words to sink in. Once it finally registered Janet was swept up in the memories of that night. All of those crazy people around her in tuxedos and sunglasses. The singing and the dancing. The sight of Rocky. Remembering the feeling of his lips against hers. A shiver ran up her spine. It was just too much.

"No, no. Just leave me alone. I want to be alone. Get away from me."

Janet turned away with the keys in her hand. She was reaching for the handle of her door when Jane grabbed her wrist. Janet spun around and tried to jerk her hand from the woman's grasp, but Jane was surprisingly strong.

"You need to come with me."

Jane produced a gun form her pocket. It wasn't like any gun Janet had seen before but it looked frightening. Jane pressed the barrel into her back and led Janet to her car. She forced Janet into the driver's seat while she sat in the passenger's side.

"I've been given instructions to retrieve you. I'll tell you where to go. Do as I say or I will shoot you."

And with that, Janet started the car and headed down the road with the barrel of a gun pressed to her temple and tears in her eyes.