I'm sorry I took so long to update this, but I'm going to try and make this one nice and long. I also wanted to say that I am thinking about getting some muses... but I'm not quite sure... AND IT WONT BE SQUID! He is over played! Yes he is cute, but NO I do not want to be like everyone else and claim him. So there! :-P

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Dedication:: To aNgEl-EyEz2529. Holes: my Edition ROCKED! I loved it! Like a lot! I hope you update soon! It ROCKED! Ha... well... Squid and Rattler are so cute! Even though I strongly believe he belongs to Zig Zag... Also to ZiggyGirl, thanks so much for the review, I hope you keep going with the Concept thing, they're really cool!

Disclaimer:: I don't own Holes. Never have, never will. I do own Dr. Mitchell and Dr. Micheal.

Contact:: Currently, there are FIVE ways to contact me, meaning THERE IS NO REASON YOU SHOULDN'T!!! Firstly, you can review here, that is the most common way. Or I can be AOL instant messaged at *I Hug Squirrels*, without the stars. If you don't have aim, then you can email me at Happysushi1353@yahoo.com. Otherwise, feel free to comment in my Dead journal (link on bio) or Neo-Mail me, at neopets.com.

Date Typed:: February 12

Authors Notes:: Once again, I am so sorry it took me so long to update. I know the boys POV wont make much sense near the end, just think about it for a bit, and I think you'll get it. I'll explain it better in the next chapter... I think... Oh well... Just review!

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Candy watched in horror as the last of the apartment complex crumbled at her feet. There was a in blanket wrapped around her shoulders, to keep her from the coolish April air, but it never got cold enough in Texas for a blanket. She was unharmed, except for her long hair, which was singed bad and was starting to smell, but that didn't matter right now. She glared down at the measly 10 dollar bill she had managed to grasp before being pulled out by a fire man.

"Excuse me Miss Moray?" asked one of them, running his glove covered hands through his ash filled hair, "We're going to have to take you in for questioning. This was your home, correct?"

She nodded silently and followed him to the back of an awaiting squad car, which had been waiting for her.

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"So Miss Moray, how old are you?" asked a pot bellied 'pig' standing over Candy with a cup of coffee and a chocolate glazed doughnut in his chubby hands.

"14 sir."

"Where are your parents?"

"Dead sir."

"Foster parents?"

"46363 Ingots Drive in Houston sir. I refuse to stay with them and their stuck up 13 year old daughter. I am not a slave and I do not appreciate the way I was treated. I am not a serious criminal sir, and if I am to be treated like one, then I shall act like one. So I ran away. Stole a car and ran away."

The whole time she was saying this he was scribbling quickly on a clipboard.

"And how did you acquire money to hold an apartment of your own?"

"Did some jobs. Five bucks a pop, fifty for the whole case. I was a Waitress for a little, before the place I worked at got shot up. Then I went to stealing. Hooked up with the Bloods and shot up a couple of paty stores, the usual. Sold some drugs."

She had said this all within one or two breaths, not even caring she was talking to a police officer. So what? She'd go to prison. At least they would feed her and give her a place to stay. She had stayed in jail before, for about two weeks, before someone paid bail and she slept in a dumpsite.

"Did you burn your house down?"

She was a pyromaniac, and was positive her file stated that clearly, but she hadn't done this on purpose. She was planning on it, but not tonight.

"No."

"Okay..." he said, setting his pencil down, "I believe we've had enough for tonight. Now if you'll excuse me for a minute I'm going to go and make your cell nice and comfy."

He chuckled to himself and stepped out, leaving her ni the dimly lit room all by herself.

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"Now boys, I want you to tell me why you all are here," said Dr. Mitchell in her false, honey voice, that peopled commonly used with Zero when discussing him.

"Cuz you made us!" said Magnet, leaning back in his plastic chair and grinning, "otherwise we'd be out digging' no?"

The boys laughed at this, but were shushed by the cold look Dr. Michael sent them. IT sucked a lot, having two councilors instead of one, because the second that one shut up, another one would talk. So many questions and answers went on here, they could hardly keep track.

"Now boys, we have a question that may forever seal you destiny," said Dr. Michael, giving Dr. Mitchell a hidden smile, "If you had the choice to go back to camp Green Lake, with better food and counselors fo course, would you go...?"

"No way in hell could you get me back in that damn desert." Said Squid, chewing on the top of a pencil eraser he always had now, that he wasn't trusted with toothpicks, (More on that later), "would we have to dig?"

"Yes. But this time it would not be to find any treasure."

"Are there going to be girls this time?" Asked Zig Zag raising his eye brows ni a hilarious manner, "How bouta play mate!? And are you going to record everything we say and do? And have microphones and cameras...?"

"Ricky..." said Dr. Michael frowning, "The old Warden did NOT have cameras or microphones."

"The reason we ask you this question boys," said Dr. Mitchell, glaring at Magnet who was trying to stick a pad of post its in his pockets, "is that the camp has been reopened. And you guys are going. Two weeks from today. Your sentences aren't over yet."

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