This story is slowly coming to an end, and things are getting much more dramatic.

When I returned to the dorm later after school, Andrew, Quigley and Brownley refused to look at me. Brownley let out a muffled, "There're Cokes in the fridge."

I didn't even notice it was on until the stereo blasted a loud:

I walk a lonely road

The only that I have ever known…

I switched off the stereo in a flash. That got their attention.

Usually I like Green Day. Boulevard of Broken Dreams is one of my favorite songs, but I was in no mood for music.

Andrew blared, "What'd you do that for, Dumbcan?" I whirled around. "What did you call me?" I snapped.

Andrew, Brownley, and eventually Quigley have learned not to mess with me. If they call me an offensive name or talk about me, I find out, and they get a wakeup call. Normally I don't get mad over a stupid word like Dumb-can, especially from Andrew. But I did.

"You heard me," he sneered. "Dumb-can Ragmire." I expected Quigley to take offense at Andrew's dissing our last name. But he and Brownley kept their eyes glued to the TV.

I reared my fist back, but it relaxed when a knock on the door emitted loudly.

I answered it. It was Violet. "Can I talk to you?" she asked. "Yeah, sure," I said, shutting the door behind us.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked. I shifted backwards, a frown forming on my face. "What're you talking about?" I asked. "They're the ones who pulled the stupidest prank of all time on me making me get up an hour early, making me get in trouble with Nero, IT'S ALL THEIR FAULT!"

Down the hallway people popped their heads out the doors and craned awkwardly, then shoving back inside and shutting the door.

Violet stared at me. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "Just turning off Green Day like that. Luckily I have it on my i-Pod. She gave me an earpiece and cranked up 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams.' I stared at her. "All this just because of a stupid song?" I asked.

She glared at me. "JUST A STUPID SONG!" she yelled. "You want a stupid song, here's one!"

Before I could even ask, with the flick of a few buttons, a booming voice emitted,

Don't want to be an American Idiot

Don't want a nation to judge the new media

It went something like that. I couldn't tell. But I hated that song, and I blurted out the most random thing possible.

"We're all in an alternate reality, aren't we?" I stated. "Either this is a dream or we've all been doomed to eternal craziness and solitary confinement."

She gave me a weird look. "Are you okay?" she said. I stared at her. "What kind of question is that?" I asked.

"You passed out," she said. I gave her a dull look. "If I passed out, I'd be speaking gibberish," I said.

Soon, my lips were flapping like crazy, and my tongue was squirming wildly. "Buh bah bobba hoje lokitr efgik effd bigfgg…"

Suddenly, my eyes wet, and they opened painfully. In a blur, Violet was standing over me, staring, listening to her i-Pod. Uniformed men with writing saying VFD with heavy equipment were scurrying about, leaving the building. Outside a fire truck took off down the street.

I could hear the whispering: "I swear, he's a Quagmire," "If he sees us, he'll ask…"

How'd these guys know my name? And what would I ask?

All of a sudden, I noticed an eye on one of the men's helmets as he sprinted by.

Then it came to me. VFD-Volunteer Fire…

"Wait!" I screamed, scrambling to my feet and taking off after one of them. "Where is your headquarters? Are my parents alive? What does VFD stand for?"

Violet and Quigley held me back. "Let me go!" I screamed, a lump filling my throat, making it somewhat bulge. "I have to know! Let me go! VFD! 'The world is quiet here'!"

An officer stopped. He turned to address me. "I was afraid of this," he muttered. "What does VFD stand for?" I asked. The man stared. "Say what?" he said.

"Don't give me that bull-" I wasn't able to finish. My voice cracked, and I couldn't talk.

The man stroked his mustache. "I'm sorry son, but we're the OFD, not this VFD you seek." "Don't lie to me!" I screamed, my throat descending blood. "Where are my parents?"

The man stared. "Son, you passed out and we revived you. Our work here is done." He sported a helmet with the initials O.F.D. on it.

"Where'd the VFD go?" I asked. The man frowned. "They left. We're done."

I smiled, somehow. I knew he was lying to cover up the truth. "What does VFD stand for?"

"Volunteer Fire-" Before he finished, Quigley knocked him off his feet and the man tumbled backwards, smashing into a corner full of boxes.

"We do not acquire your services, sir," Quigley said quickly. "You may leave now."

The man yelped and ran from the room. Before he left, he screamed, "I know you, Duncan Quagmire!"

Before I could say anything, Isadora ran into the room. "Duncan, are you okay? You passed out in the cafeteria, you fell backwards and hit your head hard…"

She handed me a pocket mirror. There was a gash across my forehead. "Duncan, we need to tell you something," Violet said, looking at Quigley. He nodded.

"We're going to get Carmelita out," he said. I frowned. "What're you talking about? Get her out of the office?"

Klaus, who magically appeared out of nowhere, slapped his palm to his forehead. "No, Duncan," he said. "Get her out of jail. She was packing cocaine, remember?"

"Oh," I said, as my memory returned. "Well, what do we do?"

"We hired an attorney," Isadora said. "It was all Quigley's idea. We learned that Carmelita didn't know it was cocaine. She thought it was powdered sugar."

I laughed. Carmelita couldn't tell cocaine from sugar.

Quigley blushed. "Look, we're serious. She shouldn't even be in jail, or even juvenile. She's innocent. We need to let the court see that at the hearing tomorrow."

"What hearing?" I asked.

Violet said, "There's a hearing on her case. The lawyer we hired, Waldo, will try to show the court that she didn't mean anything. Are you in?"

I nodded. "Good," Quigley said.

You guys, I am so sorry! I haven't updated in almost two months! Like I said before, I've been juggling assignments like crazy. Please forgive me! So, I promise there will be more adventure and interesting events! Not that this wasn't, of course. But you know what I mean.