Toby withdrew his embrace then sighed a bit. "I'm sorry," he bellowed, stuttering a bit, his eyes twinkling in the iridescent moonlight. "I really am very sorry."
"Don't..." Jenna whispered, shivering in her bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't help herself - the tears were becoming too much to handle.
He was shaking, the remorse piling through his veins, and he felt as if he was engulfed in an unbelievable amount of dizziness.
"I'm so sorry, Jenna;" He outstretched his hands to comfort Jenna's - but she pushed it away, her body shaking with mass amounts of discomfort.
Jenna sighed, looking in the mirror, the tears rolling down her rosy red cheeks, whilst Shana paced back and forth at the back of the room, her footsteps reverberating among the soft, iridescent atmosphere. "What are we going to do?" She fretted, piercing the comforting silence, while Jenna sighed, apparently gritting her teeth in formidable distress.
"We have to do something," Jenna spoke more to herself in the mirror than Shana. "I just don't know what." Her eyes glinted a bright, emboldened red.
Hanna awoke to the sound of a knock on her front door. She opened one eye - and when the sound persisted she opened the other eye and burst downstairs.
There on the front porch was Alison Dilaurentis with Ashley Marin passed out on her side. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Marin, but your mother... Well, she passed away."
"What?" Hanna was in shock. She did not expect this to happen. All she expected was her mother to come home, stupendously drunk. She'd never expected this.
Alison smiled darkly. "Be happy it wasn't you," he murmured to herself as she walked away, leaving the cold, lifeless body on the porch for all to see.
Alison scurried inside, shutting the door behind her, and laughing maniacally. Toby, feeling uneasy, took out his phone and dialed his mother's number.
"Mom, I think Alison's changed, and not for the better." Toby begun crying incisively. "She's changed, Ma; she's changed."
There was a distant scowl on the other side of the phone and Toby's expression grew more and more distant and more and more tormented.
He pleaded for a respite but his mother just continued to scowl. "Silly boy. Alison was always a bitch. Nothing's changed."
Toby hung up the phone angrier than ever. He couldn't believe what his mother had said.