Well, Dakota's gone and Staci's gone, just like canon. How's the rest day? Thanks for reviewing, AnonBrowser, lordgemini, IllusionSign, Ellismskd24 and OmniBIBUltraInstinctGodzilla.

Now that I knew everyone, the rest day was shaping up to be good. I could just concentrate on the people I liked and didn't talk to anyone I didn't want to. I went running with Jo again in the morning. We didn't really talk, but she gave me the ghost of a genuine smile when we parted ways, and I felt like we had a bond. I did catch a glimpse of Brick during the run, but only long enough for me to wave and then continue concentrating.

Zoey and Mike were mostly hanging out together, with Cameron close by. The three of them were never far apart. If one of them was, the other two would be talking.

I'd been very pleased to discover that I had seen some of Mike and Zoey's favourite action movies. "I heard you guys talking about action movies yesterday," I said, "And that's my favourite genre, so I figured I had to get your recommendations. And I like watching and performing all sports, including kickboxing," I added, with a quick smile at Mike.

As it was, they did have a few movies I hadn't seen that they recommended, so they went on my list. And I could give them the same with ones I'd seen. In fact, all three of us had a long list after we were finished talking. Cameron didn't get to watch many movies, so he couldn't join in as much, but he seemed interested, asking questions and making his own list of things to watch.

At one point, the two guys went off, and Zoey and I were left on our own.

"The way you dealt with those beavers yesterday was majorly fierce." I told her. "I mean, keep it up, I'm pretty sure you got us ratings because people love an underdog biting back. But I just really didn't expect you to get so tough."

"I have an angry side." Zoey said with a shy smile. "Sometimes it brings out the worst in me, sometimes the best. But I usually end up apologizing. It's become second nature to me now."

"Just keep getting us ratings, never turn on me and you don't have to." I laughed. "You remind me a lot of some of the girls I got to be friendly with on the show."

"You mean on Action, or World Tour?" Zoey asked.

"World Tour." I said. "Beth and Lindsay were nice and all, but I didn't have much in common with them. I had a lot in common with Bridgette, and I sort of felt like Gwen and I were on the same wavelength. I'm glad that whole crush on Duncan she had didn't go anywhere. It's great, now that I can hang out with both of them and just be friends."

Zoey looked down at her black-painted nails for a moment, before she asked shyly "Did you ever have a crush on Duncan too? You guys hung out a lot."

I laughed. "He's actually a lot more like my big brother Aidan. Dating him would be like dating Aidan. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's hot, he's fun and everything, but not my type at all. I prefer someone who'll run to catch me if I fall, someone who's sweet, and someone who can laugh at themselves and make me feel positive too."

"Sounds like a mainstream romcom love interest, or both Twilight Saga boys if you put their best traits together into one person," Zoey said, with a fake scowl (no, no judging if she'd read the books or seen the movies). Then she laughed. "But I have to admit, there's a reason they have that. That's my exact type, too. I love the moody types in the movies I watch a lot, but they're not my ideal bfs by a long shot."

"Have you actually had a boyfriend?" I asked in interest.

Zoey shook her head firmly. "I've been asked out a few times. I mean, the guys at home are gorgeous, and some of them are okay, but most of them are only interested in sports and low-level vandalism, and even the ones that aren't don't really have anything in common with me. I can't have a boyfriend that I can't talk to. That's why I get on with Mike so well. He's just as hot as the guys back home, but he's also smart and funny with it."

For some reason, something about hearing that made me feel uneasy. That's why I went to Dawn, to ask her if there was anything she could tell me. I confided my feelings, and she looked at me sympathetically. "I don't have all the answers, you know," she said gently, "And I'm not always going to be around for you to ask. There are some things you need to figure out for yourself."

"Can't you tell me anything?" I pleaded.

"Your aura has shifted a little." Dawn admitted. "Remember I told you there was a pink spark in your aura? It's moved and spread a little. It's affecting your awareness now. It's almost certainly what you've been asking about. Don't worry, that's normal. You'll figure it out for yourself soon."

After dinner, I was going back to my trailer for some real food, but then Anne Maria stopped me. "Girl, your hair is a disaster!" she exclaimed. "Want some help? I'm an expert on styling!"

I wasn't sure at first, but she insisted, dragging me back to the cabin she shared with Jo and Zoey and sitting me down, insisting on doing all these fancy things to my hair and even using her own hairbrush to get all the tangles out. I mean, yes, she was right, my hair was a disaster, but the McLean hair was always a disaster. All she managed to do was wrestle it into submission by loosely braiding it and stabbing bobby pins into it. "There!' she said with satisfaction. "Now that's how your hair should look."

I didn't like it much, and besides, the pins were giving me a headache. "Thanks," I said politely, "But I don't think this is for me. Maybe something simpler?"

Anne Maria scowled, but be fair, she did try just putting my hair in a ponytail with a bit of lift and only used a tiny bit of hairspray. "Well, it's better than it was," she muttered sourly. "But the other style was way hotter."

"But this goes faster," I reminded her, edging towards the door. "We're on a tight schedule, remember? But I might as well keep this pony." I grinned, flipping the wavy locks. "It's better than leaving it the way it is. As long as the producers give me permission, that is."

They did let me keep the ponytail, by the way. As long as I didn't change anything else, they'd let me swap hairstyles. I did my hair in the same high-volume ponytail every day all season, and my hair didn't tangle – or at least, not much. So I guess I got something out of that day other than just general stuff. Okay, Anne Maria hadn't been as much fun as I'd thought she was going to be, seeing as she seemed to have no interest in anything that was further than skin deep, but a ponytail was enough to me to make her worth the trouble of the first hairstyle.

I stayed in my trailer the next morning after running with Jo (again, we didn't talk much but we did end up racing, and even though I was one step behind, Jo didn't gloat) and had breakfast there. I was checking the camera for extra confessionals, and I got an interesting one Mike had done before breakfast. He'd finally brought up exactly what was really going on. He said he had Multiple Personality Disorder. Well, I knew that it was actually called Dissociative Identity Disorder, but I guessed Mike had been diagnosed when it still had the old name. He must have had it since he was tiny. He finished up his confessional with "I try to control them, but they never listen to me." This did explain a lot. Like why his old man impression hadn't been funny, and why he'd suddenly put on a high-pitched voice and referred to himself as a "queen" – clearly that identity had been female.

By the time I'd read that, it was almost time for the challenge. I had to call over the intercom. "Okay, campers! Breakfast time is officially over! I'll be meeting you at the base of Mt Looming Tragedy. You should be able to see it as soon as you leave the mess hall!"

I'd have to talk to Mike later, no doubt.

I needed this confessional out of the way straight off. And yeah, there's my rationale for why Mike constantly uses the wrong name for his disorder – he developed it before it was given a different name. Actually, I think the timeline dictates he wasn't even born when the name was changed, but how else could it be explained? As a fun fact – the disorder is usually seen to start in childhood or adolescence. It's basically a reaction to long-term trauma – something the child can't handle, so their personality splits to protect themselves. Often it's related to abuse. Who knows what happened in Mike's past for this result?