Joy, FOUR exams yesterday, by the last one, I had forgotten everything. My cousin came back from a trip round the world, so I stole all her CDs, well, not all, Nirvana, and Franz and stuff. Glad you like the stories, I love the reviews. I don't know where those sure names came from though :) Right, weekend, I shall start writing, even if I don't finish. Okay, Fall Out Boy tomorrow, so I probably won't finish till, like the half term :)

Phil felt himself flying, just gliding through the air, with not a care in the world. He opened his eyes- he was flying. Colours swirled round him, just like when he would look out of the window of the time machine, and see all sorts of time eras all swirled up in a big assortment of rainbows. But he wasn't in the time machine, he was on his own. Near the top of the colours, they all started to blend together, to make a pure white; he was reaching it…nearer and nearer. He felt a sense of calm, and relaxation, like he wanted to just lay back and sleep. He closed his eyes for a mere moment, but when he opened them, he was no longer flying, but in a pure white room, with naught but a lift in the corner of it. Still, he couldn't quite understand what was happening. Seeing nothing but head-banging white walls, he headed towards the lift. There weren't any buttons, just a mould where you were to put your hand. Phil placed his hand in the cast, and it fitted perfectly. For a short time, nothing happened, and Phil considered taking his hand from the cast and look around for a sign of someone, but, he was cut short of this by a light tingling. The once white walls were turning a deep violet, Phil looked in amazement. He felt a funny sensation. When the room was fully purple, he released his hand, and the lift doors opened, but, instead of staring through to a blank wall, there was yet another room, with a woman in it, seeing Phil, she muttered something under her breath, and then, seeing the purple room, she started to panic.

"Mr Diffy," she tried to state to him, but was clearly too panicky to say it in a formal tone, "Please step through to this room" Cautiously, Phil walked through to the other room, which was a nice red and blue mix.

"Um…where am I?" he asked, confused

"You mean you haven't worked it out?" Phil shook his head. The woman sighed.

"I'm afraid to say, Mr Diffy, that you're dead"

Okay, sorry 'bout the short chapter, but I wanted to update, and may I say, Wednesday was incredible and Pete Wentz is the HOTTEST guy alive. Period. I was a mere feet from him, Patrick and Joe