"Are you kidding me?!" I asked Hanna as we both walked down the stairs. We walked out to see Mom talking with a police woman about what Hanna did to Sean's car. The woman climbed back into the car while Mom walked back to us with a pass look. She looked between us and then looked at Hanna, "I never want to see another police car in front of this house. I thought we were done with that!"

"Mom, I didn't total his car. They can fix it," Han said. "There is nothing I can do about this, do you understand me?" Mom said and with that she walked pass us to the house. "Let's go," I said, sighing and we walked away.

We met the girls on the way to the park. "How bad did your mom bust you over wrecking Sean's car?" Emily asked. "Okay, I did not wreck it, I damaged it," Han corrected. "And, actually, everyone's being really mature about it."

"Oh," Emily said as we stopped at a new bench. "There's no "oh." we're just being grown-ups, that's all," Han said. "Okay, so the town is gonna put in a new bench, and we'll plant the flowerbeds, and there's gonna be a pathway of art tiles," Aria explained.

"Art tiles?" Spencer asked as she sat down on the bench. "Messages, pictures, memories of Alison," Emily replied. "Oh, like little headstones," Han said. "Hanna!" I said. "What?" She asked. "We should each do a tile," Emily said.

"I've had Alison's bracelet since the day we found it in the woods, and I don't want the responsibility anymore," Han said as she pulled out the bracelet from her small bag. "I don't want it," Aria said.

"Seriously, somebody take this," Han said. Spencer rolled her eyes and took it. She looked at it and then at us, "Look at us. Bunch of babies. There's nothing that "A" can say or do to get us into trouble without making trouble for herself."

"Are you sure it's a "her"?" Han asked. "Him, her doesn't make any difference," She said and pulled out her laptop. "What are you doing?" I asked, frowning. "I'm gonna block all messages from people that I don't know IMs, texts, e-mails, everything. Screw "A."," She said. "There." She looked at us. "Who's next?"

I smiled and sat beside her. She handed me the laptop and I started to block all the messages. "Done," I said and Emily sat beside me. I handed her the laptop as Spencer got up and smirked, "I spy with my little eye something that begins with F."

"Hey, Mr. Fitz," Han called, giving a small wave. He looked at us and smiled, waving as he was riding his bike. "Looking good, Mr. Fitz," I called as I stood beside Hanna. "My turn," Aria said as she sat beside Emily.

"There are teachers that you don't want to see on a bike, and there are teachers that you do want to see on a bike," Spencer said as Emily got up. "I would not want to see Mr. Gilardi on a bike," Han said. "I don't want to think of Mr. Gilardi in motion of any kind," Emily said and we giggled.

"Ah. Mr. Fitz," Han said. "Hanna. Your turn," Aria said and Han sat beside her. "Em, you talk to Ben?" I asked. "Nothing to talk about," She replied, shrugging. "So you're really done?" Aria asked. "It's okay. I'm fine," Emily said.

"Okay, if you say so," Aria said. Hanna sighed, "I wish we had a drum roll for this. All right, here it goes," She said. She looked at us with a smile, "We are officially "A"-proofed." She closed the laptop.

"Listen," Spencer started. "All those little messages zipping through the air all around us." I smiled, "Yep," I said. "And none of them from A," Aria said. "This feels like a good thing," Emily said and sat down beside Aria.

"Of course it's a good thing," Han said. "Out of mind, out of sight." Just then, a paper flew at our feet and Aria picked it up. It was a photo of Alison with red writing on it:

"Ding Dong the Bitch is Dead."

We looked around before Aria crumpled the paper and we started to walk away from the bench.