AN: I think this is one of those really weird chapters that you come across every now and then.

It's pretty damn random. For me, anyway.

Again, thanks for reviewing.

I'm dreaming, Dana thought. There's no way that guy in the center is Logan. No freakin' way!

She pinched herself on the arm just to check this wasn't some nightmare she was having. "Ow!"

"Isn't it a bit too early to be pinching yourself?" Lane Thoms said beside her, looking amused. Dana's eyes widened, and began to pull Lane away from the crowd. "Logan", or whatever piece of hallucination at the center of the crowd is, didn't notice.

"What's up?" Lane asked as they hid behind a pillar.

"Can you please tell me what is going on?" Dana demanded to her. "Why, in the name of everything sacred, is he doing here?"

Lane peeked behind her. "Oh, him? That's Malcolm Reese. He makes movies and stuff like that, and apparently, they're gonna shoot one right here."

Dana shook her head frenziedly. "NO! I mean... uh, oh never mind!" She sneaked another look at the mob. Other students from the neighboring dorms also surrounded Logan and his dad, and the crowd was getting larger by the second.

Dana heard Lane whistle. "Who would've thought this place can hold so many fangirls?" she said. Dana didn't have time to laugh.

This was too much.

o.O

Dana was still feeling dizzy when she reached the girls' bathroom. She looked under the stalls to see if there was anyone. Nothing.

Then she screamed.

"Augh," she moaned after hurting her throat. This cannot be happening, Dana thought. Why is he here? This is suppose to be MY turf. Everything was going great, and he just had to come. Why, dammit?!

She splashed water on her face and took a deep breath. She looked in the mirror.

"Okay, calm yourself, girl," Dana said to herself. "It's just Reese. Or possibly his clone." She slapped her forehead with her palm. "Right. You're gonna march out there and act like nothing's different. Hah, you hear? I'm Super Dana, beeeeyyyooootttcchhhh!"

Dana heard a snort behind her, and turned around.

Priscilla Kietlieg was laughing haughtily. "Who the hell are you talking to?"

Just a little fun with Dana.

;D

...and sorry it's so short.