So…it turned out that "Tomorrow" wasn't my day either. Nor the day after that…or the day after that…

Before I knew it, it was one week away. ONE WEEK!

I was going to die.

"Okay…ready? Follow after me…left foot, step across…careful Conlon…okay…and dip the invisible lady…careful…WHOA, BOY! HEEL!" I held up my hands to halt him.

"What did I do wrong NOW?" Spot asked, frustrated. He crossed his arms over his chest, awaiting my verdict. "You know, this would probably go a lot faster if you didn't stop me every five seconds."

I sighed, pushing the stands of hair that wind blew in my face away. I gave him a light glare. "If you used that head of yours and looked where you were going, you'd realize you were about a hop and a fancy step from falling to your death." I pointed to the edge of the rooftop, where he stood very close to.

Slowly he glanced over, a small flush creeping to his cheeks as he looked back over to me. "I knew that. I was just about to dance away from it, too."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure. Let's continue, shall we? Okay, arms in position…and…one, two, three… twirl her, good…" I clapped my hands to keep beat.

"Alright…good…good…wait…no…bad! BAD! STOP!"

"WHOA!"

"CONLON!"

He narrowly missed the edge, his back almost halfway over. I had a vice-like grip on his shirt front, trying to keep him from teetering over.Spot looked at me, swallowing. "Can I take a break?"

I nodded slowly. Then I smacked him.

"OW! What the HELL was that for?" He shouted, rubbing his cheek.

"That's for scaring the shit out of me!" I shouted back. "Now go get some water and report back up here or I'll tan your hide!"

Spot's eyes narrowed at me, and then he pushed up off the wall, towering over me. It was like he wanted to remind me that he was about a foot taller and could throw me over the side if he'd wanted to. I glared back at him.

All his height did was force me to look up into his nose.

He walked down the fire escape and into the bunkroom with an annoyed expression and a curse, leaving me to think things over.

I ran a hand through my tousled hair and looked up into the sunset.

It was time to bring out the heavy guns.

It was time for reinforcements…

It was time for Danielle.