A/N:Thank you to Y2J Chris Jericho, the_pink_dahlia and Williowtastic (woo! a new reviewr!) I'm glad you like it and there'll be another chapter up tomorrow night (yes, I know, I spoil you, lol!) Enjoy-Kiera

Kenda just looked at them, she looked like a zombie from Resident Evil, covered in blue with a grey tinge already settling on her skin and it ran through everyone's mind that she might exactly be that. She rolled her neck, which gave an unpleasent crack. Her eyes swept the room quickly. For a second, it looked like Kenda was going to throw up, and then she opened her mouth. No sound came out. She tried again.

"Jesus christ." she said. "I have a killer headache."

Nora fainted.

Amber rolled her eyes, she didn't think it was going to work, but Lenore was pratically begging her. "It worked once."

"No, it didn't, because you still killed Kenda." amber reminded her. "And anyway, we're just going to start this whole cycle again."

"If we can save Kenda, it'll be worth it."

"And how will we know if we do?"

"Because the future, our time, will change. Kenda will be undead, you know."

Amber rolled her eyes again, but picked up the phone next to her. Lenore's reasoning for picking Amber had ben if she could move objects, she might just be able to move time. Lenore dialled her own number and Amber put her hand on top of the teleaphone and closed her eyes, just willing that it would work. The normal dial tone had disappeared and had been replaced by a flurry of voices that alla sounded like they'd been sped up. They stopped suddenly., and then:

"This is Lenore, I'm not in so leave your number and I'll call you back."

There was a beep and Amber took a deep breath.

"I don't know if this will work, but incase it does you have to listen to me. Lenore, you're going to kill Kenda I know this sounds crazy but you know it can happen. I hope you believe me, then I'm doing my job. Please fight it, for Kenda. I believe in you. Bye."

She hung up and looked at Lenore, who smiled.

"Thank you, now let's hope she takes more notice to it then I did."

Riana was watching Kenda, who was walking ahead of her, looking around every corner first.

"It can't do me any harm." she joked. "I'm already dead."

She seemed to be taking it well, laughing about how she'd beaten cancer. It scared Riana in a way. She didn't like the whole situation. She didn't like that those in The Outer Planes could give life. It was weird.

"So," Riana began tenativly. "What's it like?"

"Being dead?" Kenda asked, disappearing into a room. "It's nothing I guess. Dying, that's the bitch."

"What was that like?"

"Painful. But I was beaten to death." She laughed. "It was, a relief, to die. It hurt so much, and it started to go away, and it was relief to die. Then, of course, you where all there, looking like I'd.....well, come bcak from the dead."

She laughed again.

"Lenore didn't mean it."

"I know."

Riana stopped in her tracks, she'd felt a sudden cool breeze on her ankles.

"Did you feel that?" she asked Kenda, who had already rounded the next corner.

She got no reply.

"Kenda, I said, did you feel that cold then?"

Riana followed her, Kenda wasn't moving and for some reason the hallway seemed darker then all the other's they walked down. Just a few feet away from Kenda was a grey mist, hoovering a few inches off the ground and swirling.

"What is it?" Kenda hissed.

"I think, it's that thing. What's it called again. Gin....something."

They both began walking back slowly. The mist stopped swilring, and straightened out, giving the impression it was looking at them.

"Run." Riana muttered.

They did, and the Ginrad gave chase.