"Mellamo Carly!"

"Mellamo Sam!"

"And this is iCarly!"

"Now I know we don't really broadcast on Tuesdays," Carly began.

"But our resident nub, Freddie," Sam continued. "Show your ugliness to the people, pup!"

"Sure," Freddie groaned, turning the camera on himself. He looked at the camera in faux seriousness, then smiled a bit too creepily.

"OK!" Sam said, pulling the camera back. "Anyway, our resident nub, Freddie, got hit by a car!"

"And we had to cancel it!" Carly finished.

"For the record, it was a matter of life and death," Freddie said, glaring at the camera.

"Plus, it was Sam who caused him to get hit by the car," Carly added.

"Ehhh...not really," Sam said.

"Not really?" Freddie yelled. "You're the one who didn't plan the iCarly on Friday! If you hadn't upset me, I wouldn't have gotten hit by that car! Although I admit, I don't regret it."

"What?" Carly and Sam asked.

"Nothing," Freddie said.

"Anyway, on today's iCarly," Carly said.

"We're gonna watch Gibby's ventriloquist act!" Sam said with glee.

"Gibby!" Gibby said, smiling proudly. "Say, hello, dummy!"

"Hello dummy!" his ventriloquist dummy said.

Freddie briefly turned the camera over to Carly and Sam. Carly looked a bit bewildered.

"Classic stuff," Sam said nervously.

Soon, the iCarly webcast was over.

"Great stuff," Freddie said. "But I didn't get the point of torching the dummy."

"That cost me 50 bucks on Craig's Mix!" Gibby complained.

"Puppets annoy me," Sam said.

"Well, I'm gonna go head out," said Freddie.

"Head out? The sun's already gone down," Carly said, pointing out the window.

"I need to say bye to an old friend," Freddie said, grabbing his coat. He put it on and walked out.

Everyone was silent.

Suddenly, Gibby started moving his hand like it was a mouth. "Hello! I'm Mr..."

Sam flicked on her lighter.

"I'll stop," Gibby said quickly.

"True chiz," Sam said, pocketing her lighter.

"What is chiz?" Carly asked.

"I dunno...some german sausage, I guess."

Freddie walked over to the alleyway where he had first met the fortune teller. He wanted to let the guy know that his fortune had come true.

However, when Freddie got there, the man was nowhere in sight.

"Hello?" he called.

He walked over to a sanitation worker who was taking garbage out of a nearby dumpster.

"Have you ever seen some homeless guy with a bunch of cards around here?" he asked.

"Nope," said the worker. "Nobody ever comes through here. Homeless guys have taste, and this alley doesn't have enough sunlight for them."

"Thanks anyway," Freddie said.

The worker tipped his hat and walked away.

Freddie started to leave the alley when he stepped on something. He picked up his foot and saw a joker card.

On the back of the card was some writing.

"Painful, wasn't it?" the writing said. The name was blurred so Freddie couldn't read it.

Freddie rolled his eyes and tossed the card into the air. There was a puff of smoke and it turned into a butterfly.

Freddie walked around the playground of Ridgeway Elementary School. The spot wasn't well maintained; coffee cups and Inside-Out Burger bags were lying around. The playground was never used because of this.

"D'you have the voucher?" a voice asked.

Freddie turned around. Balancing on the monkey bars was Aaron.

"Yeah, I got it," Freddie said. "I figured you'd be here."

"What can I say?" Aaron said, shrugging. That was a mistake. He lost his balance and fell face first onto the ground.

"Ow," he muttered. "I think I know what you went through."

"Ya think?" Freddie asked sarcastically.

Aaron dusted himself off. He held out one hand.

Freddie reached into his pocket and handed Aaron the voucher.

Aaron read it carefully. "Hey, you left in your reasons for living that you knew someone would miss you more than everyone else!" he said, looking up. "What's that supposed to mean."

"Well, I..." Freddie started to say, but then he stopped. "You're A-Status now," he said, smiling. "You've got a lot of stuff to do on earth. Just go out and do it."

Aaron wanted to say more, but it was obvious Freddie was getting ready to leave.

"I guess you're right," he said. "Look over there!"

Freddie turned his head. When he turned it back, Aaron had vanished.

"Best trick of the day," he muttered.

On Thursday morning, Freddie was sitting at his desk when Sam dropped in. Without warning she began giving him a series of punches.

"Hey, what was that for?" Freddie moaned when the pain had gone.

"No reason," Sam said. "But I feel like I need to get back to my old habits."

"But I..."

"Mama challenges you to an arm wrestling tournament tomorrow!"

Freddie rolled his eyes. "What's the point? I always lose."

"I might go easy on you," Sam said. "And if I don't, let's say you'll get another broken arm."

Freddie blinked. "Umm..." he said, but Sam had left.

"Fredward Benson!" Ms. Briggs yelled. "Why are you trying to take a nap in the middle of my class?"

"Nap?" Freddie yelled. "But I was..."

"You get detention!" Ms. Briggs yelled.

Freddie looked up at the ceiling. "Just one decision!" he muttered. "And I could get out of this nightmare! Just ONE!"

Aaron was standing on the rooftop of Ridgeway and listening to what Freddie was whispering.

"Some things are meant to be," he said. "Just leave it all to me."