Okay, before Gamer goes insane on me, I better answer some of Gamer's questions before I start the next chapter. XD

First of all, I used the term "RSVP'd" because RSVP is short for a French term meaning "please respond." When Chris said "RSVP'd", he was saying that all of the ex-campers had responded and were coming to the reunion.

The second question that was asked (sort of) was about Gwen's hair. Gwen being a brunette is more of an assumption than anything, since – if I remember correctly – the rest of Gwen's known family has brown hair.

I hope that cleared up any confusion.

-X-

"So, this one time Izzy went to Izzy's family reunion, and –"

"Izzy, for the last time, we don't care."

"No, no. Let her finish, Noah. This is getting pretty interesting."

"Thank you, Jared! Now, anyways, Izzy spiked the punch with Ipecac, and everyone threw up all over the place! Hahahahaha!"

"Oh, that's nothing! One time, the Warden made me buy bunny suits for the inmates, and the Twins messed with the order by adding wolf costumes. Then the 'wolves' and 'bunnies' practically became gangs. It was like a Civil War inside Superjail! Blood and body parts were everywhere!"

"Whoa… COOL!!"

"Oh, wow… Mindless blood and gore… How entertaining… Yawn…"

-X-

Chris surveyed the damage caused by the eyeball-shaped ship. "So, Chef, do you think we can fit twenty-two campers inside one cabin?"

Chef shrugged. "They'd probably have to pair up then."

The television producer sighed. "Well… we can also set up tents for the Killer Bass… or perhaps the Screaming Gophers as well if any of them are stupid enough to give up a relatively safer cabin for a tent."

"Well, just ask 'em."

"Alright! Sheesh!" He walked over to the ex-campers by the bonfire. "Alright, we're going to set up a few tents for those of you willing to sleep outdoors in the next week. Anyone interested?"

"Ooh! Me! Me!" Cody, Owen, and Izzy all shouted at once. Cody also raised Jared's hand, despite his protests.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "I guess I will, too." She didn't actually want to sleep in a tent – she just wanted to see if she could get some answers from a certain warden.

"Count me in," Geoff said, and Bridgette agreed to it as well.

Katie and Sadie also agreed to it. "Omigawd! This is gonna be so awesome!"

Trent and Lindsay also ended up agreeing to it, and Izzy, following the influence of the Warden, raised a protesting Noah's hand.

"Alright, that should be enough," Chris said, counting twelve hands. "That should leave eleven for the cabin, which is the amount we would've had anyway."

"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" the Warden gleamed.

"I know, riiiiiight?" Lindsay agreed. She and Cody then shared an "EEEEEEEE" session, which was soon harmonized by Katie and Sadie. Noah slapped himself in the forehead.

-X-

"Okay, so we have three tents set up," Chris said once the tents were up, "so it's probably best that you guys split up into fours."

Cody and Jared shrugged and went into the first tent, followed by Owen, who didn't want to walk all the way to the second tent, and Gwen, who still wanted some answers. Trent, Lindsay, Geoff, and Bridgette took the second tent, and Katie, Sadie, Izzy, and a groaning Noah took the third. "Why me…?"

-X-

"Alright, first thing's first," Cody said as he pulled three gas masks out of his hat.

"What are those for?" Jared asked.

Cody and Gwen both turned to Owen. "…What? Don't look at me-e!" he shouted innocently.

The Warden pulled out his tape recorder and did his best Norm MacDonald impression (which wasn't very good – he still sounded like himself). "Note to self: incarcerate Owen for use of deadly gas."

Gwen pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Well, you can do it now and save us the trouble."

Cody glared at her with wide eyes. "What were you going to do with those handcuffs?" Seconds later, his eyes went from shocked to sly, and he repeated exactly what he had just asked, only suggestively. His eyebrows bounced up and down.

Gwen rolled her eyes and put them away. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Cody held the tape recorder up to Gwen. "Yes, in fact, I would. And please, don't skip any details…"

Gwen shook her head and stared straight into the eyes behind the psychedelic yellow glasses. If she was going to get any answers from Cody, she knew she had to start asking now. "Cody…what happened to you?"

"…What do you mean?" he asked, as if he didn't already know what she meant.

"Well, it's just… when we were younger, you were… well… sane, for starters."

Owen and Jared shared a glance – one that said "Let's stay out of this."

Gwen continued. "…And… I just… get this feeling that… that it may be my fault."

Cody still looked confused. "How could it possibly be your fault?"

Gwen sighed. "Because I… I…"

"Rejected him on national television?" Owen blurted out before covering his own mouth.

"…Thanks, Owen…"

Cody shook his head. "Gwen, if anything, you made my life better, not worse."

A long pause followed. Even Owen and Jared became uncomfortable.

Cody broke the silence. "You know what? I'm getting tired. Let's talk about this tomorrow, 'kay?" He hit the ground and KO'd into sleep mode on the spot.

Gwen's expression saddened. "…Okay." She couldn't get over it, though. Sure, he was a little weirdo before, but…

She sighed. On top of that thought, she also couldn't shake the feeling that she caused this to happen. She knew he said his life was better, but she wasn't so sure that it really was. Eyeball ships, rubber-like limbs, freakish flexibility… It was just too… too…

She wasn't sure how to finish that sentence, and it scared her.

-X-

"So… what happened between you and Gwen?" Bridgette asked Trent.

The musician sighed. "We just… grew apart, you know? Music took over my life, and art took over hers. We just… didn't have enough time for each other…"

Lindsay looked over at Trent with sad eyes. "Ohhh… That's so sad!" She hugged him to make him feel better.

"Uh… thanks, Lindsay." Then a thought occurred to him. "So, what about you and Tyler? Are you still together?"

Lindsay shook her head. "I guess he got sick of me confusing him with everyone else when we were younger."

"But you're not that… um… ditzy now, are ya?" Geoff asked.

Lindsay shook her head again. "Nope! I've been taking memory therapy. I'm still trying to remember some people's names, but I've gotten much better at it!"

"Good to hear," Trent said before lying down. "You remember my name?"

Lindsay thought for a moment. "Travis… no… Troy… no… Trent?"

"There you go!" Geoff congratulated. "What about me?"

"Um… Gerald… wait! Geoff! Though I'm not sure if it's spelled with a 'J' or a 'G'. It can be tricky like that."

Geoff nodded. "Not bad."

"What about me?" Bridgette asked.

"Uh… Oh! Bridgette!"

"Not bad," Trent said. "First try, too."

"Yeah, but I kinda cheat with that one. I remember 'Bridgette' 'cause she's a surfer girl, and bridges usually go over water."

"Well, anything that works," Trent said, yawning. "I'm going to sleep now. G'night."

After Trent fell asleep, she turned to Geoff and Bridgette, who were still wide awake. "He's so nice! Why would…uh…Gwen leave him?" she whispered.

"Uh… Lindsay?" Bridgette whispered back. "He said why they broke up earlier, remember?"

Lindsay took a few seconds to think. "…Oh, yeah! I remember now. Thanks!"

Bridgette rolled her eyes and giggled softly. "No problem."

-X-

"EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

"WA-HA-HA-HA!!!"

"…Help me…"