Gwen, Heather, Courtney and Cecily are all together, hanging out in Heather's apartment. Courtney and Cecily are seated together on the couch, and Cecily has her arms crossed and is sitting criss-crossed. Heather and Gwen are in a chair, Gwen hanging on Heather's lap with Heather holding onto her knee. Heather's hair has been cut to her chin.
"Do the rest of you have like, that one question that you think about for hours when you can't sleep?" Gwen asks everyone. She is wearing a black crop top with cleavage exposed and black shorts with a black biker jacket with gold buttons on the side and black boots that go just under her knees.
"Oh, absolutely! Something keeping you up, Gwen?" Heather asks her, looking down at her. She is wearing a purple top with a light purple cardigan.
"It's nothing." She says, not wanting to be psychoanalyzed again.
"For me, it's how my life might've played out if I never went on Total Drama." Courtney says. She is wearing a purple suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt and a green scoop top and silver heels. "I wonder sometimes how different I would be. Would I be more successful? More… happy?" She stops in her tracks, putting her hands up and looking visibly nervous. "N..not that I'm not happy! I am!"
"Those years of high school we missed out on! Maybe if we'd been in school like normal kids…" Gwen says gleefully, ignoring what Courtney just said.
"We'd actually be normal kids!" Heather exclaims. Gwen and Heather raise their hands in happiness.
"Imagine that!" Courtney says. Cecily looks at Courtney, hoping for some clarity.
"I'm lost…" She states. Heather sits up as she begins to tell a story.
"Okay so mine is a few years old but - way back in 2011, right after the World Tour finale, I got really close with this girl who… shall not be named."
An image of Heather after Total Drama World Tour is shown. There is a purple silhouetted image hugging her around the neck, it is Sierra, but this detail is unknown to those in the room hearing the story. Heather wraps her hands around the mystery girl's waist.
"Anyway… I was really struggling with PTSD and self hatred and depression, and this girl that I befriended… she became my lifeboat." Heather in the flashback has shorter hair, similar to how it looks today, is wearing a rainbow tube top and yoga pants that have the rainbow pattern on the hips and white to the end of the pants.
"She became my lifeboat. When I was having middle-of-the-night breakdowns about the volcano, worried that I ruined things forever with Alejandro or that I was just… unfixably evil, she was there for me and she treated me so kindly… I started to like, worry that I was in love with her. Because I was supposed to be in love with Alejandro, right? And I was! I thought."
She thinks about her with both of these people - there is an image of Alejandro's head in Heather's lap, and he is smiling with his eyes closed as she strokes his hair in her hands. The second image is of Heather looking scared next to Sierra, who is smiling but her face is crossed out as to not let anyone see who she is talking about. The current Heather is in the middle of the photos metaphorically as she tells the story.
"I didn't know which one was the 'romantic' one, so I would stay up for hours and hours like… am I a lesbian or have I just never had a friend before?" She blushes thinking back on this memory, then Gwen, who's still in her lap, smiles devilishly at her.
"...Aaaand, now you're a lesbian." Gwen says.
"And now I'm a lesbian!" Heather repeats, throwing her hands in the air.
"Oh dope, same." Cecily adds.
"So at least that girl was good for something." Heather says, crossing her arms and now getting angry at the thought. "Even if she broke my heart like a slut ass bitch."
"Aww man,. That's exactly how I feel about the Riemann Hypothesis." Courtney looks at Cecily, confused with her hand on her hip.
"What?" She says.
"The Riemann Hypothesis!" She repeats, blushing as everyone watches her geek out over math. "It's one of the only remaining unsolved millennium prize problems! It goes like… do you have a pen and paper? It's like, imagine two lines plotted on a graph. And one of them is real, and the other is imaginary!" She takes two pointer fingers, taking them the opposite direction of each other. Courtney stops her, putting her hand on her chin.
"Babe." Courtney says.
"What?" Courtney squishes Cecily, kissing her as she holds her by her chin. Gwen and Heather look away from them in disgust, their cheeks red as Heather holds her hand up and Gwen makes a gagging motion.
"Ewww! Get a room!" Heather says. "Or at least your own couch."
After a moment, she stares at Courtney, hatching a realization in her head.