AN: Hey all you out there in Rocky land! I'm in geometry and writing this on the back of my notes. I probably should be paying attention, but I don't really feel like it, so I'm going to take my mind to that infamous castle...

I lay back on the pillow; my face turned away from the window. If I kept my eyes away from the stars, I could pretend I was on Transsexual again. We had been traveling for one month now.

My eyes drifted to the clock-it was 3 am. Riff had left and gone back to his room about an hour ago, and I hadn't been able to sleep since then. Not that I minded, honestly. I just lay there, feeling warm, trying to keep the thoughts, same feelings that had run through my head and body while Riff had been here. I certainly never felt ill again, just a warm pleasure coursing through my body for hours after Riff had gone.

I could feel myself drifting now-floating-like the castle itself, among a field of stars. It was too hard now to pretend I was still on Transsexual- I didn't even try. I melted into the bed, my head into the pillow, my body into the mattress. I was floating away from the castle-I could see it in the distance. I was finally drifting to sleep...

"Magenta, Magenta!" I heard a voice calling me. It wasn't Riff-Raff, it had to be Frank. I looked at the clock again. 3:15. Damn. I slid out of the bed, and fumbled to get a bra, underwear, and robe on. As I scurried down the hall, I peeked into Riff's room to see if the call had roused him. He wasn't in his room.

Frank was standing outside his doorway. I looked around to see what had caused him to yell out. She could find nothing.

"I spilled wine on my bed. Clean it up and remake the bed, Magenta."

"You spilled *wine*? You must be kidding majesty. You didn't really expect that I would get up at three in the goddamned morning just to wipe up and remake your wet bed, did you? Something in me had snapped, and once I got started, it wasn't likely I'd stop.

"Well, you're here, aren't you? Now *if you please,* Madame,* I vould very much appreciate it if vould be so kind as to vipe up and remake my vet bed." Well, how original. After all, it takes a genius of the highest order to make fun of someone's accent. Unfortunately for him, it didn't have the effect that he would have hoped for. I was only slightly irked. I sat down on the floor, crossing my legs and arms.

"Get up," he said, menacingly. I didn't move. "Get up," he repeated, this time nudging me with hiss foot. I blinked at him. He kicked me harder. At this I stood up, and as I did so, he came at me again. I pushed him back as hard as I could. I wasn't about to let him get the best of me. We were at each other in seconds, him kicking and punching, me kicking, punching, biting, and scratching, whatever I could to inflict pain. Finally, after a swift knock to the groin, he doubled over, gasping in pain. I turned around and walked out. I saw Riff there, watching, and obviously intensely proud. I reached out to grab his hand when I was knocked to the ground by a heavy object. The world condensed into a tiny dot, before exploding in a supernova of blood red.