Here's Chapter 27, also known as the max level in Paper Mario 64. Man, it's been forever since I played that game. Or any video game in general. But I'm okay with that; devoting my spare time to writing is much more rewarding in my view.

In any case, I hope you guys have a great time reading it. I know I had fun writing it.

BELLA FOX, 19

I didn't get much sleep that day. Of course, that may very well have been due to the fact that it was daytime; unless I was sick, I had a hard time sleeping during hours that one would normally be awake. In other words, I wasn't much of a night Rowlet.

I might have drifted off for a bit, but I woke up to the sound of someone talking.

My heart threatened to beat itself right out of my rib cage. My face felt hot as I realized that we might have just been discovered. Who, exactly, was I afraid of discovering us?

Probably those people who flew fighter jets and fired at Lycan Hollow. They're the ones we should be worried about.

Perhaps someone had parachuted out of the planes and landed here. Now, they were ready to pick off any survivors from the attack on the village. Since we were in tents, we were basically sitting Golducks.

"So the police are after you because you forgot to put your medicine in the fridge?" That voice was too young and high-pitched to belong to Cody, so it must have been Jeremy.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as I realized that it was only Jeremy. Of course, my alliance with Cody was uneasy at best, and he was in the same tent as the Rockruff kid. Even so, we were still safe. At least, as safe as one can be when you're in the middle of the wilderness in Central Sinnoh.

"I mean, kind of." This was definitely Cody's voice, and I listened intently. "Even after I'd made that mistake, I still had the chance not to bite Bella. I had the free will not to do it, even if it didn't feel like I did at the time."

There's a reason the "irresistible impulse" defense isn't used very often, at least as far as I'm aware. It just doesn't make sense.

Was Cody simply trying to defend the indefensible? As apologetic as he sounded from here, he'd been the one to inflict this fate upon me. He was the reason I had become a were-Lycanroc.

Being a Lycanroc was mostly negative for me. While I did feel warmer thanks to my abundant fur coat, it was also rather awkward to move around as a quadruped. I had gotten used to it a bit more during my time in the village, however.

"Oh. But…you said it was a…what's that term again?" Jeremy sounded rather morose, and why wouldn't he? He had most likely just lost his parents, after all.

Cody chuckled, but it clearly wasn't a happy chuckle. "Red-out, some would say. But jokes aside, I don't see how I get out of this."

You're damn right. As soon as we get back to civilization, your ass is headed back to jail.

I wasn't prepared for what Cody said next.

"It wasn't my fault; or at least, it shouldn't have been. The law just doesn't see it that way."

My blood began to boil, and my face grew warmer in spite of the winter's cold. Was Cody trying to blame anyone other than himself for what he'd done to me? It sure sounded that way.

"But that's not fair!" Jeremy squealed.

"Life isn't fair, Jeremy," Cody's voice said. "I know that you want to make things right, but this is the real world we're living in."

After a silence, Cody continued. I began to shiver as I awaited his next words; it didn't help that it was cold outside and I wasn't lying in my sleeping bag anymore.

"I would think that you'd know this more than most, since you just experienced life's unfairness for yourself."

Did he really just say that? How callous can you be towards someone who just experienced such a loss? Is he TRYING to upset Jeremy?

It needs to be said, however, that it's very much possible that my judgment was clouded by what Cody had done to me. Perhaps to others, he was a pleasant individual to be around, but not to me.

Jeremy seemed to think the same thing as me. "How dare you taunt me like that! I didn't deserve any of this!"

Cody could be heard taking a deep breath. "I know you didn't. That's why I'm saying that life isn't fair, because you don't deserve to have your parents gone. But sometimes life throws you curveballs, and you have to figure out how to hit them."

Not for the first time, I wondered if the boys knew that I could hear them. My tent wasn't very far away from theirs, but they might have suspected I was still asleep. Perhaps eavesdropping on their conversation was wrong, but was it any more wrong than Cody's actions?

I could also hear Jeremy crying, and at that point I wanted to show myself. I wanted to run into their tent and yell at Cody to be more tactful. I didn't do this, though, simply because it would likely be the end of our partnership. As angry as I was with Cody, I didn't want to go it alone out there.

"Look, Jeremy. Can I give you some words of wisdom? I know I'm not an old man, and I'm certainly not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I can speak from experience."

What, exactly, is he trying to teach Jeremy? How to bite people and get away with it?

Come to think of it, it's the full moon. Why am I not going on a rampage right now, since I am a were-Lycanroc? Or does that only happen at night?

So many questions, so little time. The best I could do was continue to listen.

"When I was bitten five years ago, I thought my life was over. Certainly it had changed drastically for the worse. But there is life after a tragedy like that."

Judging by his tone of voice, it seemed like Cody was trying to give Jeremy a pep talk of sorts. That was something I could admire, even if I didn't admire everything about Cody Harvard.

Jeremy, however, didn't seem convinced. He was clearly trying not to bawl anymore as he replied with, "It's not the same. At least you still have people who love you, but I've got nobody. And I'll continue to have nobody, because my parents are dead!"

Cody could be heard taking a deep breath before he responded.

"My parents are still alive; I'm not going to deny that. But here's the thing: After I infected Bella with lycanthropy, they no longer seemed to love me as much. It's understandable, really, but it still hurts."

I found myself incensed at the way he spoke about his parents. The way I saw it, Cody had no right to complain if anyone saw him differently as a result of what he'd done. He didn't have any right to play the victim.

"Again, not the same" Jeremy choked out. "You can still talk to them if you want to, but I can't."

There was yet another silence from the other tent, during which time I wondered what Cody would say next. Would it redeem him in my eyes, at least to some degree, or would it further incriminate him?

That being said, he did seem to at least want to help Jeremy, although that may have just been him trying to manipulate me. Anyway, Cody was the next Pokemon to speak up.

"I'd thought my family life was over. I spent a couple days in jail, which were miserable. But when I came back to Lycan Hollow, everybody accepted me for who I was. In spite of what I'd done. That's what a family does."

He spent a couple days in jail.

I'd known that Cody would face legal consequences for his actions, but his words brought that understanding back to the forefront of my mind. And suddenly, I knew something important.

If we were caught by the authorities of Sinnoh, Cody would be thrown back in jail. I'd heard about the Pastoria City courthouse catching fire, but I knew full well that they'd just find another place to hold him while he awaited trial.

So far as I was aware, the only crime he'd committed was biting me. If I forgave Cody and told the Greater Pastoria Region not to prosecute him, would they listen? Would the long arm of the law spare him?

I don't know. But there's a decent chance I have a lot of power.

"You're sure about that? Because you and Bella don't seem to get along at all."

That was Jeremy talking, and I couldn't help but agree with the Rockruff kid. We didn't get along, and that was Cody Harvard's fault, not mine, and certainly not Jeremy's.

As angry as I was with Cody, his next line was pretty astute.

"I guess we're more like divorced parents. We might not like each other, but we're still your parents. Although we're not actually your parents…you know what? Never mind."

I couldn't help but laugh very slightly at those words. It was a pretty effective analogy, but Cody and I hadn't been nearly as close as a couple would be. We might never be close again. Even if I managed to forgive him, our friendship would never go back to what it was before.

Cody and Jeremy may have continued their conversation after that, but if so, I tuned it out. I climbed back into my sleeping bag and looked up at the ceiling of my tent, which was glowing slightly in the late morning sun.

Perhaps Cody has some redeeming qualities after all. Of course, he COULD be trying to make me complacent before he betrays me again, but why would he do that? Is he just going to join the group that attacked the village?

No. As horrible as what he did to me was, getting with the winning team like that doesn't sound like something he would do. It would be very low, even for him.

I thought back to something else Cody had stated in his conversation with Jeremy just now. He'd mentioned experiencing a "red-out" back on Halloween night, and at first I hadn't thought much of it. After all, don't all violent criminals figuratively see red before they strike? That's why they commit their crimes, because they cannot help themselves.

Cody had wronged me, that much was true. But was he as much of a monster as I'd believed him to be?

He forgot to refrigerate the wolfsbane. Perhaps that's an honest mistake, and he wouldn't have done it if his medicine had been in the fridge. It's just hard for me to accept that when I'm the victim of his poor decision.

In the end, perhaps it was that simple. Maybe I shouldn't have been so furious at Cody if he was seemingly so kind to others. But then, just because somebody seems nice to others doesn't mean that they're a good person.

I rolled back onto my side and made a decision. Whether or not I forgave Cody, I would continue to keep a very close eye on him for the foreseeable future. If he attacked me again, he would feel the wrath of a thousand suns.

CODY HARVARD, 19

I wish I could tell you that my sleep was peaceful. I wish I could tell you that no dreams had invaded my beauty rest, and that I'd woken up refreshed and ready to face the afternoon.

No such luck was forthcoming. The instant my brain shut off, it turned back on again, and I found myself inside a large, cavernous building.

In my dream, I felt heavier than usual. I mean, I'm a bigger guy in my human form as is, but it was as though I were wearing ski boots and full snow gear as well. Every step I took was more difficult than it would be normally.

That was one peculiar aspect of the dream, but it was far from the strangest. The scene I found myself in threatened to destroy my sanity altogether.

Although it was illuminated by a few lights mounted on the ceiling, they were only flickering dimly; the room was still fairly dark. There was a DJ on the far end of the room playing some music I didn't recognize. All over the chamber, there were attendants walking around offering drinks or snacks.

Probably the most ridiculous part of my vision was that everyone in the room wore a hot pink tracksuit and a black mask that covered the entirety of their face. Each mask had a simple shape on it; either a square, circle, or triangle. But why was everyone keeping their face hidden?

I realized then that this was a cocktail party of sorts. I hadn't been to any such events, but they weren't necessarily an alien concept to me; my parents had been to a few, even though we weren't rich by any means.

One of the attendants came up to me with a tray of deviled eggs. "The Front Man's speech is going to start soon" a male voice, presumably coming from behind this attendant's mask, told me.

Front Man? Who's the Front Man? More importantly, where am I, and why did my brain decide to take me here?

"Care to try one of these deviled eggs?" the attendant asked, to which I shook my head.

"I'm good, thanks" I replied. "I don't know if I can eat right now; I'm pretty full from dinner."

The attendant grunted. "If you say so. But have you ever heard of eating in a dream? It is possible, believe it or not!"

My heart practically stopped in its tracks. I felt as though I were going to pitch forward; it was hard to believe this was only a dream, since it felt so vivid.

How does this attendant know I'm different from the others?

I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as I pushed myself through the crowd, eager to get away from the attendant. While I did so, however, I realized just how ridiculous this whole situation was.

I'm not here. This is just a dream. But the attendant seems to know I'm here right now, even though I'm not. But you can't know something that's not true…whatever, this is a total mindfuck.

Suddenly, the DJ's music stopped, and an identical-looking man made his way to the stage.

"Come on, I was just getting to the good part of the song!" the disc jockey complained, sounding like a child torn away from his favorite TV show. "Just two more minutes…please?"

"I'm afraid not," the other man said, grabbing the DJ by the track suit and pushing him away from the table. And I don't mean a light push, either.

The DJ fell to the ground, landing hard on his belly. And then the other man, who I assumed was the Front Man, took to the stage.

"As the disk jockey, also known as DJ Not Relevant, is too preoccupied with his music to voluntarily step away from the table, I had to take matters into my own hands. He'll be fine, but that's going to hurt in the morning."

"BOOO!" came a collective, well, boo from the crowd.

For obvious reasons, I couldn't see the Front Man's face, but I imagined that he looked positively livid. How else would one feel after being dismissed so casually, just like that?

"Come on, everybody! It's right in our name, Team Skyward. We're a team. And we're not going to fall victim to infighting like so many other teams have over the course of history. We are going to rise above the rest, and we are going to take our mission to the stars!"

The crowd continued booing the Front Man, and it wasn't much longer before something could be seen hurtling through the air towards the podium. It didn't have quite enough height to smack the Front Man's in the mask, though; it hit the podium and shattered into a million pieces.

"How dare you keep us from our music!" one of the members nearest the podium shouted. "We're here for the party too, not just the lecture!"

"With all due respect, everyone," the Front Man responded, raising his hands in the air, "the party is only a side event. It's meant to placate those who can't sit, or in this case stand, through a short presentation about Team Skyward's plans."

So this Team Skyward wants to rise above the rest, whatever that means. But what COULD that even mean?

It didn't take long after that for total pandemonium to ensue. Masked men (and presumably a few masked women) began tossing their wine glasses at the podium. At first, most of them weren't making it to the point where they would strike the Front Man, but soon enough, the leader found himself having to dodge, duck, dip, and dive in order to avoid being hit.

I realized then that this was my chance to get out of here. After all, everyone was too angry with the Front Man to notice one of the Team Skyward members escaping (for I realized I was wearing the same suit as the others. This was evidenced by the weird pattern in front of my vision, as well as the feeling of being uncomfortably warm inside the gigantic chamber.

So I turned around and ran through the crowd, towards the door that led outward, and tried to push it open.

It didn't work. The door had presumably been slammed a bit too hard, so it was hard to open. That had happened on a few occasions at home, but what were the odds that only the last person to close the door had broken it?

In addition, I could tell that the energy in the room had shifted. Even though some members of Team Skyward were still directing their ire at the Front man, there were many others pursuing me.

I kicked the door in an attempt to bring it down, but that didn't work either. Perhaps I hadn't been using enough force, but it was hard to use maximum force when you were hemmed in on all sides at a cocktail party.

I've got one last chance, I realized. These people are rabid, like zombies!

This time, I threw my entire body weight at the door. No amount of property damage to this ginormous building would change the fact that I was desperate. As I did this, I braced myself for the immense pain that would likely follow. I might well break a couple ribs, but at least I'd get the chance to run away.

Just before my body could collide with the door, the scene changed again.

I was staring up at the bright ceiling of a tent, illuminated by the weak winter sun. There was a vague feeling of chilly discomfort all around me, as though I'd just been sweating out a high fever.

A very concerned-looking Rockruff stared at me right between the eyes. He'd been using something (a paper towel?) to wipe sweat off my face.

"Are you okay, Cody? Were you having a nightmare or something?" Jeremy asked me.

I barely had the strength to appreciate the role reversal. I'd been trying to support Jeremy emotionally, and now he was the one who asked me if I was all right.

"Yeah, I'm f-fine" I replied briskly, my teeth chattering. "It's j-just…I'm r-really c-c-cold. Remind me again never to sleep outside in the winter."

Jeremy seemed to roll his eyes a bit. "We've got no other choice. We can't go back to the hollow, because there's no Lycan Hollow to go back to. And we've got to find a city eventually."

"B-but they'll arrest m-me!" I exclaimed. "And then I'll b-be b-b-back in jail!"

"Well, we can't stay in the forest forever. Do you think the police attacked the village to try and lure you out?"

I found that suggestion very far-fetched. Even if Sinnoh's justice system was far from perfect, the people running it didn't seem the type to attack an entire village full of mostly innocent Pokemon just to lure one offender out of it.

I shook my head vigorously, almost violently, in an effort to warm up. "N-no, Jeremy. D-d-don't b-be r-ridiculous!"

"Then who could it have been? No matter what, we've got to get you out of that wet sleeping bag. And then we've got to keep going, Bella's already up and was asking where you were."

Since when does Bella care about me at all? Of course, it's my fault she doesn't care about me, but still.

"I'm good to go" I replied, feeling as though I were lying. "Let me just get out of this…".

I realized why there was a "chilly discomfort" around my body. At first I worried that I'd pissed the bed, even though there was no reason to think that would happen. While the reality was less embarrassing, it was more devastating.

My entire body was soaked, because I was lying in about six inches of frigid water. That's what was sending shivers down my spine. And, seconds later, I realized what must have happened.

Either Jeremy or myself had done something wrong while setting up the tent, and this had allowed snow to seep in and melt. And, as we all know, snow is ultimately just water.

The cold water sapped much of my strength, but once I managed to stand onto my four legs, I felt even worse. It was much like getting out of a swimming pool once you've adjusted to the temperature; the outside air felt even colder.

"Do we have any towels?" I asked Jeremy, gritting my teeth so that they didn't chatter.

The Rockruff kid shook his head. "Just paper towels, and I've already used most of them trying to wipe the sweat off your face. I'm afraid you're out of luck."

I couldn't muster the motivation to be angry with Jeremy. Not when everything depended on us working together with Bella in the hopes that we could survive this.

With every step I took, I felt somewhat dizzy. Perhaps hypothermia had already begun to set in, but I knew that the best thing to do would be to get moving. That was the best way to keep that blood circulating and warm my body back up.

"We've got to pack this tent up" Jeremy said hurriedly.

I shook my head as I realized that this would be a bad idea. When Jeremy asked me why I was shaking my head, this is how I replied.

"The tent is soaking wet. Let's be real: We aren't going to be able to dry it out before we continue. This means that if we put it in with the rest of our stuff, it'll all get soaked, and things will be even worse."

Jeremy looked a little embarrassed, but he seemed to agree with me as well. He took one last look at the snowmelt at the bottom of the tent and nodded.

Both of us climbed out of the tent flap and into the cold winter air. I didn't have as much dexterity as I usually did, so I nearly fell flat on my face as I planted my paws on the outside of said tent.

Bella was already outside, pointing her head toward the sky so that her body would be warmed by the sun; at least, to the extent that was possible in this weather. She looked at me with slight anger as I climbed out of the tent.

It seemed to be early afternoon, judging by the air temperature and the position of the sun. We only had a couple of hours before it got dark, and then it would be too dangerous to continue moving. There could be any number of wild Pokemon that we'd have to share these woods with.

"Why are you shivering so much, Cody?" Bella asked me, sounding skeptical that the shivers were genuine. "You were just inside the tent!"

I didn't feel like talking; thankfully, Jeremy did so in my place.

"The tent flooded with melted snow," the Rockruff kid explained. "We must not have set it up as well as we set yours up."

Irritation appeared on Bella's face. "I helped set it up too, you know! I'm not some damsel in distress like you seem to imply I am!"

I frowned. "B-Bella, he d-d-didn't say that! Stop assuming things!"

"Whatever" the sole female in our group replied. "Well, I've already packed most of my stuff up. How about you?"

"We're leaving the tent here" Jeremy insisted. "It's ruined now."

"But then they'll know we were here. Besides, leaving a tent out like this is bad for the environment; what happened to leave-no-trace camping?"

"Bella, this is a s-s-survival s-situation" I said, my teeth still chattering. I worried I'd knock one clean out of my mouth; that's how cold I was. "W-we c-can't follow ethics all the time."

Bella and I stared at each other for a few seconds, but I won the staring contest in spite of my waning strength.

"Fine," she said. "But we need to put as much distance as possible between us and the tent. And I'm not going to share a tent with you two; these weren't designed for three people."

I didn't argue with her. Jeremy and I had made a mistake, so we had to pay the consequences of said mistake. That's just the way it was.

"If there's nothing else, let's get going," Jeremy said authoritatively. "We'll find a cave or something."

The tent and both of our sleeping bags had been ruined by the water. It was a good thing we'd left our backpacks outside of the tent, or else we'd have to ditch those as well. And if we ditched our backpacks, we would have been doomed.

When everything was ready, we left camp and began making our way in the opposite direction to the sun. As far as I could tell, this path was perpendicular to the one we'd just been on, but if it made our path unpredictable to anyone looking for us, then so be it.

About fifteen minutes from our previous camp, something occurred to me, which I voiced to Bella.

"We have dry clothes in our backpacks. I'll admit that I don't know exactly when the full moon ends, but when it does, we'll be human again. And without clothes, we will be…".

"I don't need you to tell me that," Bella snapped. "But you're right. We will need to make ourselves presentable to Jeremy."

Speaking of Jeremy, the Rockruff kid was about twenty yards in front of us. Bella and I struggled to keep up, simply because Jeremy had so much energy even when he was grieving. I don't think he heard this conversation.

"Why are you not attacking me?" I asked her eventually. "Have you been taking wolfsbane regularly?"

I could hear her sigh. "I have been. But even if I wasn't taking the wolfsbane, I would know not to attack you."

I was a bit confused. "Why not? I thought you hated my guts."

"I hate your actions, Cody. I never said I hated you. But to answer your question, two wrongs don't make a right. They never have, and they never will."

"You don't hate me? Well, that's news to me."

"We shouldn't litigate this right now, Cody. You have to focus on staying warm, and all of us need to keep moving. We need to find a cave or some other form of shelter before it gets dark."

It was then that I knew Bella had decided to forgive me. At a minimum, she had decided that there were more important things to do than relitigate that horrible Halloween night. I would have been ecstatic about this, but I was preoccupied with taking the next step, and the next, and the next.

Despite the vigorous movement, I could tell that my body wasn't warming up. Not quickly enough, at any rate. The feeling in my legs was still diminishing, and I kept shivering every fifteen seconds or so. Despite all of this, I knew stopping to rest was out of the question. If we stopped now, there would be no continuing; that much was clear.

At one point, the ground sloped uphill through very deep snow. This meant that in order to keep moving, the three of us had to leap up and down. It was almost like a butterfly stroke in swimming. Needless to say, this was extremely exhausting.

We continued for what felt like several miles. In reality, it might have been far less distance, but as stated above, every step was far more difficult than it would have been otherwise thanks to the copious white stuff on the ground.

It was slow going, and with every degree the sun moved towards the horizon, I became more and more frustrated. I felt as though I were slowing us down; not only was I lagging well behind Jeremy, but I was even a decent ways behind Bella. She turned around every so often to make sure I was still moving, but she didn't seem happy about having to do so.

The snow that got onto my fur melted quickly, and the cold water made me shiver even more. I knew there wasn't much left in my tank, but I also knew that if I gave up here, I would most likely die. I had no choice but to move along.

The sun sank further in the sky, casting long shadows over the snowy ground. The air temperature dropped quickly, and I knew without question that we needed to find a cave somewhere. Even with the current situation, I wasn't desperate enough to share a tent with Bella.

"It's right up ahead!" Jeremy exclaimed, sounding rather excited. This tone surprised me; didn't he know what dire straits we were in?

Nonetheless, I tried to share in his optimism. If I believed that there was no hope, then there would be no hope.

"What's up ahead?" I asked, keeping my mouth shut as tightly as I could. By this time I was seriously concerned I'd chip a fang through the shivering.

Bella gave me a strange look; at least, it was strange by the standards of what I'd grown accustomed to from her.

She was smiling.

"It's a cave!" she exclaimed. "And it looks like it's just big enough for us to sleep in for the night. We won't be able to build a fire or anything, but it'll keep us warm at least."

My vision had been growing blurry from the cold, so I hadn't been able to get a clear picture of it until we got much closer. Once we did, though, I saw what Jeremy had been so excited about.

There was an opening wide enough for an average-sized human in the side of a short cliff. For a Lycanroc or Rockruff, it would be pretty trivial to get inside and spend the night. It wouldn't be comfortable, but it would be better than sharing a tent.

"L-let's g-g-go in there" I said, shivering.

"That was already the plan, silly" Bella replied. "You don't need to tell us twice. And we'll stay here until morning.

It struck me that Bella was acting very differently towards me than she had been over the last month. Before this, she'd been unspeakably angry, not that she didn't have a right to be. But now, she appeared much warmer and softer, and I only had the slightest idea why this might be.

Could she no longer be as angry as she'd been before? I mean, if that's the case, great. But why?

Anyway, Jeremy crawled his way through the opening with ease. He might have been grieving still, but he had unshakeable courage, something I greatly admired him for.

"It's pretty big in here!" the Rockruff kid exclaimed, his voice echoing against the walls. "Get in!"

Bella turned to me. "You first, Cody."

I frowned, feeling rather annoyed. "Why me first? Is there any good reason why I should cut the line?"

"No," the girl responded. "Other than the fact that you've wronged me before, so now you'll have to reassure me that it's possible. I've got clothes in my bag for all of us; maybe you can push the bag through?"

Fair enough, I thought to myself. I guess I owe Bella reparations, for lack of a better word. But Arceus, this is going to be a doozy.

I slung Bella's backpack around my back left leg and lowered my body as much as I could. Then, I began the squeeze.

Although I was smaller than I had been in my human form, getting into the cave wasn't an easy task. I was rather claustrophobic, and when I first poked my head inside, most of my body was telling me not to enter. The backpack slung around my leg didn't exactly help matters either.

I shimmied forward, nearly hitting my head against the cave's ceiling. The entrance was, oddly enough, smaller than it had looked from a distance. I thanked Arceus above that there was no snow on the cave's floor.

I began to panic all of a sudden. At any moment, the tons of rock above me might fall and crush Jeremy and I to death. It was one of the worst ways to go I could imagine, even after escaping the conflagration at the Pastoria Courthouse.

Just when I thought the passage would never end, I turned my gaze upward and saw that I'd entered the cave proper.

"Holy Arceus" I muttered.

For part of this chapter, I pictured the 1983 music video for Greg Kihn's "Jeopardy." It's a pretty good video in my view.

I will keep releasing chapters every five days from here until further notice. As of right now, I'm on Chapter 32 and still loving life. Yay for 150,000+ words!