Hanna:

Her hands were covered with the dirt, like almost the rest of her. She sat there surrounded by darkness and totally exhausted. She knew what they were just doing was crazy, she knew, they shouldn't but they were here.

Hanna couldn't pull back now, it was too late. She turned her head to the left and considered Spencer's muddy face. Right then, Spencer made a weird sound.

"Oh. I got something. I got something. There is a…a bone." She said staring at the ground in front of her.

Aria and Emily stopped digging and came to Spencer.

16 hours earlier

Emily:

When Emily entered the girl's toilet room, Hanna stood in front of one of the basins, washing her hands. Emily walked over to her and waited next to her. Hanna looked up from watering her hands. "Em."

"I know you don't wanna hear it now but…"
"Then just don't say it." Hanna interrupted her.

"…you still have to." She finished her sentence. "I know that this is difficult for you but you aren't going through all of it alone. It's difficult for each of us to not know if she is alive or if so why. We all don't know what's gonna happen. You're not alone, Hanna."
"I'm fine, I just wanted to drink something and had too much, okay? Things alike happen, crap but they do. That's it. No monologue about Alison."

"Listen. Since when do we know each other? Do you think I believe you? Really? You needn't always say you're fine if you aren't. You're not okay, no matter what you're trying to tell me.

When I saw her, I also didn't know if I would be happy or not about her return. We can't even say for sure that she is alive. We can't choose some things and if she is alive or not is one of them. It doesn't depend on our behavior if she is alive and drinking doesn't kill her."

"But it ends my thoughts, Emily. When I'm alone, all this stuff comes to my mind. Everything she has said and done to me. It's as if I watched a movie with us as the protagonists. I don't want everything to be the way it was before she disappeared. This drives me crazy." She mumbled sighing.

"I know, me too. Not knowing if she is dead or not, is awful. But you should talk to somebody instead of drowning your sorrows in alcohol. You were drunk when you drove your car, what if something had happened?"
"I know." She said quiet.

"How are you, now? Come on, let's get you some coffee."

"I'm okay, I guess."
They just wanted to leave the toilet room when the door opened and they heard the remarkable sound of a stick hitting the ground. Jenna. Hanna and Emily shrank back and kept standing without a move.

Jenna passed them without saying anything and walked close to one of the cabins but didn't get into. Hanna looked at Emily, her mouth formed a soundless: "What the hell is she doing there?" Emily shook her head. Jenna pulled a mobile phone out and put headphones on.
Emily felt getting colder, Jenna had a mobile phone? She saw her fingers tipping on the screen, she seemed to call somebody.

"It's Jenna. Jenna Marshall."
Hanna wanted to leave but Emily held her back to listen to her. Who was she talking to?

"She was drunk?"

Emily couldn't believe her ears, was she talking about Hanna? Who else shall she be talking about?
Hanna stared at Jenna, her face was pale. She couldn't look at Emily, afraid of what Jenna would say next. She wasn't sure if she had talked to somebody last night because she had drunken much more than just one vodka soda. Leave out the soda.

Jenna continued, she seemed to be really upset about what the caller was telling her.

"What else did she say? Do you think she remembers having talked to you?"

Emily tapped Hanna's back and pointed at her, asking if she had talked to Jenna or somebody connected to her.

Hanna shook her head, not remembering much of what she had done between five and six. She could have, hopefully she hadn't. Whenever she was drunk, Hanna was even more talkative than usually.

"Why did she do that?"

All Emily could think was, yeah why Hanna? She hoped her friends hadn't told somebody like Jenna all their secrets and they had many of them. Much to tell when you're drunk, especially when you're Hanna who loves talking no matter to whom.

"She meets a therapist?"

Not Hanna. Wait, who then? How many talkative drunk girls were out there in rosewood and willing to talk to Jenna? Hanna tapped Emily whispering: "Not me. I have no therapist."

Emily smiled and formed a bottle with her hands, lifting it to her mouth and answered: "Not yet."

She could see a smile hushing over Hanna's face, although her eyes looked rather angry. Just then, Jenna hung up. She turned around and walked to the door, which meant forwards to them.

Emily stopped breathing, they sneaked backwards to the wall, pressing their bodies against it. Jenna pushed against the door and left. Emily stared at the door, trying to catch her breath. What had they just heard?
"What was that?" asked Hanna as if she could read her mind.

"I thought she was talking about you but she wasn't."

Hanna nodded her head: "Luckily she wasn't. I already thought, I would have told her things she shouldn't know at all."

"Do you know anybody who meets a therapist and could be friend with Jenna Marshall?"
"At first I didn't know she had friends and at second if she has friends, are probably all of them meeting a therapist. Being friends with her, is enough reason to go there."
"Hanna, shut up. Be serious, please. Do you know what she was talking about or don't you?"

"Honestly not. Can we go and get a coffee?"

"Yes, let's go. Somebody who meets a therapist and a girl, don't you get it? Plus, she talks to somebody who knows Jenna. Jenna hates us."

"Hate is a strong word."
"Shut up."
"Can you explain what you wanna say?"
"Hanna. We're getting text messaged. What do we know about the person?"

"The person hates us."
"Go on."

"Oh, right. She. It's a girl."
"Go on."

"I don't know any further things."
"Alison told me I knew her and wouldn't expect her to be bad. Conclusion: You guys know her, too. She knew Alison and hated her which means she keeps going because we are Alison's friends."

"But, Em. Almost every person didn't like Alison."
"What I'm trying to say is: Rosewood is a small town, Hanna. How many clubs or bars or whatever do you know here?"
"One. I guess."
"We gotta get there and ask if the waiter saw somebody there yesterday."
"Of course, he did."

"Was it overcrowded there, yesterday?"

"No, it wasn't but I sat in a corner and was busy with other stuff."
"When does the bar open?"
"Am I the call center or what?"

"Just answer the question."
"From early evening till morning, don't know the exact times."

"Okay, we're going there as soon as possible and ask if they saw a drunk girl sized about 1.65."
"Do you think they measure their guests?"
"No, but it's not that big. Maybe they saw somebody."
"Why shall they tell us?"
"We're gonna make up anything. If we're pros at something, then it's lying, isn't it?"
Hanna smiled, waiting for her coffee. As the machine had finally filled the cup, Hanna took it and they sat down in the cafeteria.

"We missed the first two lessons, sorry." She mumbled, tying to drink. "Ouch, it's hot."
"Of course it is. No problem, it was worth it if we get to know anything about who Jenna was talking to or about."
Hanna nodded her head. "What I anyway wanted to ask: How are you doing, Em?"

"Oh, not drunk anymore? I'm fine, actually."
"No injuries?"

"I've god some scratches and bruises. Don't worry."
"You didn't see anything remarkable on this car? Brand?"
"It was a big car, something like a Land Rover. I couldn't see its license plate because it was covered with dirt, the only thing I know is that there was a 1 at the end."
"And the driver?"

"Nothing. I could have seen something when the car passed me but I had already lost it, then."
"Did it hurt?"
"No, I was rather shocked. Seeing Alison, didn't really improve my situation, believe me."
"Did she take care of you?"
"When I woke up, I was laying on her jacket and she was holding my head on her hands. Actually, she was kind and carefully."
"But she left you alone and you were unconscious."
"I don't know if she did, Han. All I know is that I couldn't spot her when I woke up. I don't think she left me. If she ever left any of us, maybe she was watching us all the time."

"That scares me." Mumbled Hanna drinking her coffee. "We gotta know whose funeral we were at. Whose body we saw getting buried."

"How do you think are we gonna get to know that? I don't think we can call Alison and ask because till yesterday I was sure she was dead."

"I'm sure Alison knows but we can't ask her, you're right. Two other persons know who is inside."

"A. But yet we don't have any idea who A is and if so we couldn't ask her as well. Who else does?"

"The corpse." Mumbled Hanna.

"What?"
"It's DNA. The DNA shows who is down there." She explained pointing at the floor.

"We're not gonna dig the corpse, are you crazy?" Emily answered.

Just in this moment, Spencer and Aria appeared. They had understood Emily's last sentence and were staring at them as if they had totally lost their mind.

"Tell me you're quoting a movie or something and this is not about Ali." Spencer said sitting down.

"Not that Emily could remember a single quote from a movie." Laughed Hanna.

"Serious, guys. What's going on? Why weren't you in math class?" interrupted Aria and Emily told her about the call they had listened to at the toilet.

Spencer sighed. "We can't go to the graveyard and simply dig a corpse. Corpses anyway get decomposed from maggots and bugs and I don't know if I'm capable of extracting the DNA. We would have to get into the police data bank and search for any clues. That's not legal in any view."
"If somebody saw us digging the corpse, they would think we killed her what is weird because maybe she isn't even dead. There must be another way than doing that. We can't dig a corpse. What if it is her and we have to look straight into her dead face?" Aria said.
"But if we don't find out if she is dead, we'll never solve our problems." Spencer added.

"What does it need to extract a DNA?" asked Hanna.

"A cell, a hair or something." Spencer said.

"We would have to touch it?"
"We needn't think about if we had to or not because we will never do it." Said Aria, willing to end the from her point of view unnecessary discussion.

16 hours later:

"That's disgusting." Mumbled Hanna. "Do we gotta touch it?" Although she would have rather shaken it, Aria nodded her head. They had to.

"Do you think there's skin left on it? On her?" whispered Emily.

"No, the corpse was buried here one year ago. There won't be much skin on it but we have to look for hair." Explained Spencer.

"Means we have to find the head? Her head?" corrected Aria herself, each of them didn't know how to call whoever lay in front of them. Spencer nodded. "That's an ulna." Spencer said, putting the last few dirt away from the bone.

"Okay. Where's that? Leg?" Hanna asked.

"Don't tell me you're being serious. It's part of the arm, you learn that in elementary school."

"Who cares about its name? As long as I have an arm, I don't care."

Spencer sighed: "If we wanna find the head, we have to search above. Here." She meant, pointing."

"Could you stop using the word want? Because none of us wants to." Aria mumbled stressed.

They continued burrowing. After some time, Emily whispered shocked of having found it: "There's something down there." Spencer and Aria looked at the skull. "I thought it would look more human." Aria said. "You can't recognize if it was a girl or a boy."

Spencer pulled a knife out, reaching for the skull and scraped over its surface.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Hanna said trying to pull Spencer back.

"I wanted to know if it's a real skeleton or made of plastic but that's definitely a bone."

"Can you get your hair or whatever now?" Aria asked impatient. "There are some left over there."

"Spencer took a small plastic bag out and grabbed the hair which she put into it. "Why is it always me having to do the most disgusting things?" she asked.

"We have to put the earth back on place. Hurry up before somebody spots us." Emily whispered. Knowing that Emily was right, the other girls grabbed earth and threw it back onto the corpse.
"I feel like this doesn't look like before." Hanna meant, when they had finished putting everything back on place.

"She's right." Said Spencer. "Anything is wrong."

"You're just paranoid. There's nothing wrong with it. Let's leave this freakin' cemetery. We are all covered with dirt over and over. If somebody sees us here, there will be neither difficulties to conclude what we've done nor any explanations why."

"Please, Spencer. This place scares me literally to death." Aria admitted looking around. They walked back to the fence which was in-between them and their car. Emily sighed, realizing that they would have to climb over it. They had entered the cemetery when it was still opened because they felt better with getting there legal. But now?
"That's a very high fence." Remarked Hanna sober.
Emily was the first one to climb over it. She was nervous but because she was fit and also very tall, she had no problem with reaching the other side. Spencer wouldn't have one too because she was even taller. Now it was Hanna's turn who wasn't sporty at all, she still got over the fence after first having some struggles.

Spencer looked at Aria who seemed to be really nervous and Spencer could totally understand that because she was short.

"Go for it." Spencer said motivating her friend.

"Spence, I won't manage to get to the other side. It's very, very high."

"I will lift you up a little and help you from down here, I promise. Come on, we are Team Sparia."

"I'm not sure if it's a good idea, I rather stay here. I'm little. Really little."
"Oh no, you're gonna get your ass upon that fence. I know you can."
Spencer wrapped her arms around Aria and lifted her up.

Aria:

Aria could feel the cold metal under her skin when her hand reached for the fence. She climbed up without looking down and as she swung her leg on the other side, she could feel it shaking. Anyway, she still got to the ground without breaking her neck.

"I got it. Spencer, I got it." She said smiling, obviously proud of herself.

Standing on the other side of the fence and staring through it, Spencer answered: "You know what?"
"What?"

"That's what makes somebody really big. Bringing yourself to do things alike. You're big, Aria. Tallness is just a number in the passport, you're big."
"Aw, Spence. I love you."

"Love you too." She responded, climbing over the fence. Reunited on the other side, they gave each other a hug.

"You climbed over a fence, not the fuckin' mount Everest. So, can you move into this car?" Hanna shouted out of the car, followed by a shhh from Emily.

Aria smiled and they got into the car, where Emily already sat behind the steering-wheel, ready to start driving.
Hanna turned the radio on, Justin Bieber's voice filled the car. Spencer sighed but didn't say anything about her friend's music choice. She was okay with listening to that if Hanna didn't sing…Right then, her thoughts were interrupted by Hanna who joined the refrain.

Aria looked at Spencer and a smile hushed over their faces but they remained silence.