Author note: Ah, thanks for the reviews and encouragement. As a gift to you, here's this chapter.

Spot's mind drifted off as his eyelids slowly began to droop. He wasn't one for waiting patiently, but he was madly tired and ready to rip his hair out any second. His mind was racing through the events of earlier. How could he not have noticed Anomie's uneasiness? She was his girl, so why didn't he see it?

Putting the blame on himself wasn't helping him settle down either. He switched his tired gaze to Jack who sat fidgety beside Cadince, who sighed in concern every two minutes. Stephen sat on Spot's left, his eyes fully closed, but Spot knew that he wasn't asleep.

Dr. Wayne entered the waiting room and cleared his throat to grab everyone's attention. Spot shot his head up and stared eagerly at the doctor, the need to know about Anomie's condition causing him to sit uncomfortably.

"Well, I am excited to say that Miss Parker is going to be quite alright," he started, leaving Spot to sigh in relief. "But what caused her sudden black out was strange for all of us. It seems that the corset she was wearing was cutting off her circulation, and caused her to pass out from lack of air. The corset was too tight, and I believe that Anomie isn't quite used to wearing them."

"Well who's the idiot who put it on her?" Stephen asked, immediately turning his worn out gaze to a blushing Cadince.

"I don't know how to tie a corset!" she suddenly snapped. "I didn't know I was doing it wrong, okay?"

"Uh, Miss Parker should be fine but she'll be very sore the next few days, and I recommend bed rest. I'm not going to release her yet-"

"To hell your not," a voice came from behind Dr. Wayne. "I'm perfectly fine! It takes a hell of a lot more than sore sides to keep me down."

Anomie appeared at the doctor's side, her arms crossed firmly across her chest. She didn't look like someone who just blacked out from lack of air, but she did look pissed.

"Um, Miss Parker, it would be wise if you stay here tonight-"

"I've been through worse, doc, believe me," Anomie cut him off.

((Normal P.O.V))

I hated hospitals, but most of all I despised doctors. They were never right, and got everything completely mixed up; and clumsy too. If I were ever going to stay overnight in a hospital then it wasn't going to be because of sore ribs or whatever. I'll have to be shot ten times before I do that.

"Anomie, maybe you should listen to da-"

"No thanks," I said before Spot could finish. "I appreciate your concern, but you know me. I'll be fine."

Spot licked at his lips and decided not to argue with me. He sighed through his nose and nodded. "She'll be fine," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'll take 'er home to rest."

The doctor nodded and we left. Spot and I said our goodbyes to the others and left for my house, which had to be in Brooklyn during the a.m. Daniel was alone, I was sore, and Spot was sweating madly through his clothes.

I looked towards the sky shortly, staring dazedly at the millions of stars scattered around. Every star twinkled once, winking at me excitedly as if laughing at my weakness. How could I be so weak and let myself just pass out from lack of oxygen? I've been through worse predicaments when Ned was living.

Just thinking of Ned Neeley made me cringe in disgust and I clutched my fists as if I were going to attack anyone any second.

"You want me to stay?" Spot questioned as I finally realized we were standing right outside my house.

"No," I told him as I connected my gaze with his. "I'll be fine. Go to your newsies."

"You sure? 'Cause you know I'll stay if you need me to," he said.

"Yes, I'm sure," I sighed. "Go home."

Spot nodded and quickly pecked my cheek. I watched him walk off in the distance before entering my silent and dead-like house. No sounds were made as I walked further into the house, my shoes not even making a sound against the hard wood floor.

"Anyone awake?" I called up the stairs, only to receive no response.

I furrowed my eyebrows and licked at my lips as I looked back towards the front door. An eerie noise from – the sound of a door creaking open – caused me to jump into the air.

"Daniel?" I called. "Daniel, are you awake?"

Again there was no response, and my curiosity only got the better of me. The dark, unlit house was only supported light from the moon gazing in on me from the windows. As I ascended the stairs, I couldn't help but feel an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I stepped into the shadows between two windows and reappeared in the given light from the moon. I picked up the front of my dress to keep it from dragging on the floor any further and began to step faster.

As I reached the second floor a door suddenly slammed shut and I jumped once again, my heart pounding beneath my chest. There were no more windows to give me any light, meaning I was on my own now.

"Daniel, if you're trying to frighten me, it won't work," I snapped angrily.

I instantly felt a presence, and as I turned around I saw a figure run away and up the stairs to the third floor.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, stupidly running after them. "Daniel, stop!"

I started up the third floor, only to trip over my own feet as I reached the last step. I turned my head to watch the dark figure run to the end of the hall and enter the last room…walking right through the door as if they were a ghost.

"What?" I whispered, getting to my feet.

I stared at the door momentarily, a thousand thoughts running through my head. Ghosts aren't real, so how can somebody just run straight through a door?

A sudden fear washed over me as I thought about Daniel's safety and I took off down the hall until I reached the door. Without hesitation I swung open the door, only to be greeted by icy cold air and a windowless, dark room.

"Daniel?" I said shakily. "Danny stop, this isn't funny anymore!"

I walked further into the room, wrapping my arms around myself to keep warm. The door behind me slammed shut, and a deep, terrifying laugh sent a series of chills coursing up and down my spine. If there were any supported light I could only bet that I could see my own breath in front of me.

"I was wondering when you'd return home…One hundred and one….."

I felt my heart leap out of my chest and my eyes grow as big as plates. My mind went blank from fear and surprise, and my body went numb in shock.

I was so terrified I couldn't even bend my fingers, let alone move any other part of my body. A small whimper came from somewhere in the room and an image of Daniel flashed in my head.

"I don't know who you think you are, you son of a bitch, but if you even so think about harming my bro-"

"Silence," the voice said calmly, causing me to freeze up again. "Your precious brother hasn't been harmed…yet."

I could feel someone step closer, and an ice cold hand touched my shoulder. It was so cold I could feel it through the cloth of my sleeve…and it also felt…wet.

I closed my eyes and willed myself to wake up, but I was only struck against the face. I dropped to the floor once my knees buckled together from shock, and even the ground was cold and wet. Why was it wet?

"Get up, one hundred and one," the voice said darkly. "I have to speak with you about something important."

I blinked a couple of times, trying my hardest to see through the dark, cold room, but I couldn't even see my hand through the darkness.

My dress was soaked in some kind of liquid as I stood to my feet, and faced my assailant; or so I hoped I was facing him. I rubbed my cheek and a sense of anger sprung through me.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," I started, clenching my fists, "but aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you the little bitch who killed me?" the voice rose dramatically.

"Where is Daniel?" I asked, changing the subject instantly. "Where is he?"

You tell me…"

I opened my mouth to speak, but a familiar scream caught me off guard coming from the hallway. "Danny," I said under my breath.

I twirled around and swung open the door, leaving Ned Neeley, or what was left of Ned Neeley. I ran down the hallway at full speed, screaming Daniel's name at the top of my lungs. Another scream came from the washroom to my right, and without hesitation I opened the door and ran in.

The room was completely lit, but the mirrors were painted black. The sink under the mirror looked slightly rusted, and the tub was filled to the top with dark, red water.

Daniel wasn't anywhere in sight, and I could only fear of what lied in the tub. I rushed over, my heart racing faster and faster and I immediately reached into the tub, my long sleeves becoming stained with the red substance.

I pulled my hands out to come up with nothing and I stood to my feet. I knew I heard a scream coming from in here. Before I had time to think this over any longer, a force pushed me roughly from behind and I went falling forward into the tub, my mouth feeling up with what tasted like blood.

I rose out of the water to take a gasp of air, but a pair of hands quickly clasped around my throat, holding me steadily underwater as I kicked my feet frantically. I reached out to grab hold of something, anything, but nothing was in my reach…not even the person drowning me…

I sat up with a huge gasp, my chest rising and falling dramatically, my hair and my clothes drenched in what felt like cold sweat. I examined my surroundings closely and realized I was back in the hospital…or maybe, I never even left.

"Daniel," I breathed…

Author note: DUN...DUN…DUNNNNNNN! I know it isn't that creepy, because I suck at writing horror, so bear with me. But, until next time…BYE!

Oh yeah, and I didn't PROOF READ this, so if you see mistakes here and there, its only because I was far too lazy to read it.