Dianna was huddled on the couch, clutching the bottle she had caught just before it had landed on Lea's head. Lea, wide eyed, noticed the Cheerios-uniformed girls stagger in. "Naya! Heather, what happened? Are you okay?" She and Dianna splashed their way across the room to help Naya back to the couch.

"How did this happen? Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Lea, calm down, I'm fine. Me and Heather were... exploring and I don't know, I guess I bumped my head." she looked at the hand that had been clutching her head, it was slick with blood.

"Jesus, it's like a horror film in here." said Dianna, noticing Naya's bloodied hand "Here, just sit down, let me see" she carefully parted Naya's hair to locate the wound "hey, it's no so bad, just a scratch and a nasty bump, head wounds bleed like a bitch. I'll clean you up."

"Guys!" Ambers voice bellowed over the background din, they were still enveloped in the wine rack drama. Chord was trying to squeeze some of the liquid from his jeans, Kevin was picking up labels and grimacing "I mean, how much could a Montrachet 1978 be anyway? a hundred bucks?"

"It was you!"

"Er, no it wasn't, you're the one that wanted to know how it worked!"

"No i wasn't!"

"I told you, Voodoo! You went and ticked off some hoodoo wine queen or something, and now-"

"Hold up! Naya, what happened?" Amber bustled over. Grace and Mark's squabbling stopped at once, as did Jenna's juddering sobs, and everyone leapt from the table and crossed the room. Concern bubbled among them, wine sloshed beneath them.

"Is she okay?"

"What happened?"

"Is it her head?"

"She could have concussion"

"Mark, could you get me a first aid kit and some warm water?" Dianna said, reluctant to leave her patient's side.

"Sure thing." he sprinted from the room.

"I'm okay! I'm okay, really! I just fell, that's all." she shot a very brief, sheepish glance at Heather.

"We were dancing, out in the hall and she slipped on some of the cables and fell backwards, I think she hit a doorknob. It happened really quick, i didn't see." Heather clutched Naya's hand "Should we call a doctor?"

"No! Oh god, no! This is so embarrassing. I'm okay, really." she smiled reassuringly at Heather "but seriously though, you guys need to sort this out" she motioned vaguely with her free, bloody hand at the room at large "what did you guys do?"

A rabble immediately erupted and the group was once again distracted.

"You rattled the thing!"

"You touched the bottle!"

"At least we know there are no chameleons on the floor"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, because they would be covered in wine"

"What?!"

"VOODOO!"

"Did you see what happened?" Lea asked Dianna.

"No, I was talking to you and then suddenly there was a wine bottle aimed at your skull!"

"Oh, yeah, thanks for that, by the way!"

"No problem. Good thing I have cat-like reflexes"

A comforting hand-squeeze and a meaningful stare passed between Heather and Naya. A weak smile played on Naya's lips, she still wasn't certain about what had really happened, it had all been too dark, too fast. Just then, something drew her eye across the room, and as she turned to look, so did Heather. She felt Heather's hand twitch in hers; Lili was watching them intently, interest obviously piqued. "I'll talk to her" said Heather.

"Do you think she knows?"

"I'll talk to her, Don't worry."

As Heather got up and walked towards Lili, Darren and Chris entered the room, mouths agape.

"Oh my god, what the hell happened?"

"Don't ask" said Grace fretfully "Ryan is going to have a fit when he finds out"

Chris toed a couple of the labels closest to him, reading the labels "You realise you just destroyed a small fortune, right?"

"So I know you're like Harriet the Spy with everything and I know you think there's more to Naya's accident but there really isn't. Please don't look into this, just leave it alone. Do you actually draw on your feet? I always thought that was kinda weird, like, that would really tickle."

"What? Oh, um, no, I don't, I mean, um," Lili had been staring into space, thinking about cookies when Heather had walked over interrupting her internal doughy monologue. She looked at Naya, Mark had just delivered the first aid kit. "she tripped, what more is there to know."

"Exactly."