TRIS: That was good cake, am I right?

RORY: For once.

Rory pinches herself as she walks into the hospital.

RORY: Ouch! That's no fair!

TRIS: Hey, I'm just getting a head start on you. I could do worse you know.

RORY: Like what?

TRIS: Like getting you to dump the bag boy. You are my puppet.

RORY: I still have a mind of my own.

TRIS: Oh yeah?

RORY: Yeah.

Rory gets into the hospital elevator and presses all the buttons.

TRIS: I beg to differ.

Rory enters Tristan's room to find he has a visitor.

"Hi, Paris. What are you doing here?"

TRIS: Rory, get her away from my body.

"I'm reading him our English assignment," Paris responded, turning back to her book.

TRIS: She's making me learn against my will.

"Oh, good idea," Rory said, pulling up a seat beside her. "Let's give him a makeover!"

"What?" said Paris.

TRIS: Yeah. What?

"Maybe a perm of some sort…" Rory continued.

TRIS: Nooo! Okay, I'm sorry about the whole elevator thing.

"Are you okay? Did they put you on some medication?" Paris inquired.

"No," Rory replied.

"Well they should have."

Rory got up from her seat and peered over Paris to get a look at Tristan.

RORY: He IS cute.

TRIS: Ha! I heard that!

RORY: Well I didn't mean it.

TRIS: You wouldn't have thought it if you didn't mean it.

RORY: Well, okay, you're a little cute.

"Why are you smiling? Should I get the doctor?" Paris cut into her thoughts.

"No, I'm just thinking about how helpless he looks here," said Rory, tilting her head to get a better look. "So gentle. So unlike the real Tristan."

"What do you know about the real Tristan?" Paris snapped.

TRIS: Yeah!

"He's the sweetest, most generous guy I know. And you just turn your nose up at him! Like you deserve better than him. Well I'm telling you, it doesn't get better than Tristan."

TRIS: You go girl.

"And if Tristan never wakes up, you'll never get to see all that great stuff about him, and it'll be YOUR loss," said Paris. Rory could see the tears forming in her eyes.

TRIS: Say something, Rory. Comfort her. Tell her she's right.

"You're right Paris," Rory said. "Tristan IS a great guy. He's all that stuff you said and more. But don't be sad. He IS going to wake up, and maybe I WILL give him a second chance."

TRIS: Eh?

"Well good. I'm glad you've finally got some sense in you. I've got to go." Paris picked up her things and ran out of the room.

TRIS: Alone at last!

RORY: I only said it to shut her up.

TRIS: Yeah, okay.

RORY: I did.

TRIS: Uh huh.

RORY: I can feel you smirking you know. Oh my god! You're making me smirk.

Rory looked in the mirror to find herself with a Tristan-smirk plastered on her face.

TRIS: I look good on you. Sorry, didn't mean for it to come out the way it did.

RORY: Lucky for you.

TRIS: So what's this plan of yours? How are you going to get me back to my body?

RORY: Simple. I'll just do everything I did the last time you were here. BEFORE you were in my head.

AN: Hehe, that's right. Kissy wissy time. But not now cos I need to eat dinner.