Disclaimer: As I mentioned before, I don't own Life With Derek or anything by William Shakespeare. I would come really close to selling my soul for Shakespeare's talent, but I don't own him. Sad Day. I also don't own anything else that is mentioned in this dream, or even alluded to. I promise.

A/N: Aw, Casey, I just couldn't resist! She needed her own dream!

Much Ado About...Casey?!

Casey lay down in bed and sighed. Finally. Her homework was done, her room was clean, and the house was quiet. Maybe now she would be able to rest. After the past few days, sleeping was the only thing that didn't confuse her anymore.

It was really weird. After that dream that she couldn't remember but she was pretty sure had Marti as a fairy spouting rhymes and Derek having a swordfight in it a few days ago, it was like the world had turned upside down. Her mom and George were being bizarre and secretive, Lizzie and Edwin were fighting, Marti was…well, Marti, and Derek…Derek was the weirdest part of the entire family. He had spent the past three days either staying as far away from Casey as possible, glaring daggers at her, Emily, and Sam, or (and this was the weirdest part of the entire thing) flirting with her! Derek flirting with Casey…she had to have stepped into a different dimension. Especially since he still acted like he hated her most of the time.

Casey flipped over and growled. Maybe it was Shakespeare. That had to be it. This entire issue started when Derek, Casey, Emily, and Sam's Shakespeare teacher put them in a group together and assigned them the task of presenting Shakespeare's comedies to the class. So they had picked the four most hilarious comedies from Shakespeare and decided each person would read one of them and pick the best scene for the group to act out in front of the class. Casey had gotten Much Ado About Nothingwhich she loved, but the day after they picked the plays Derek had decided to rent the Calista Flockhart version of A Midsummer Night's Dream instead of reading it and that was when everything got strange. It had to be Shakespeare's fault.

Casey sighed and turned over again. It was obvious she wasn't going to get to sleep anytime soon, so she might as well get some more reading done. She flipped on her light and picked up Much Ado About Nothing and began to read.

Casey was reading to her sister and friends when Ralph came running up to announce the news.

"They're coming! Don Sam and his men are coming back from battle, and they were victorious! Your father has ordered a magnificent celebratory dinner in their honor and he wants you girls back at the villa now!" Ralph stopped and put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

Casey and Lizzie looked at each other and smiled. They loved parties. "Quickly, ladies, we have to get back and be ready for the men!" Lizzie led the way while Casey paused to gaze longingly at her seat and her book. As much as she loved parties, she knew it would be full of men wanting Don George to allow them to court her, and she hated it. She never wanted to get married, and the tedious act of refusing so many suitors got on her nerves at times. As she turned and walked toward the villa, she smirked. Sometimes it was a ton of fun to mess with their minds, though. She shook her head. Men were so gullible sometimes.

Derek Venturi looked up at the villa where he and his best friend and his brother would be staying for a few days and sighed.

"Must we actually stay here," he drawled to his best friend, Don Sam Scopino. "I've heard that Don George has two daughters of marriageable age, and you know they will be throwing themselves at us. Women are so…tiresome."

Sam rolled his eyes at his friend's remark. Derek only thought marriageable women were tiresome. Any other woman, now that was a different matter.

"Maybe they won't be throwing themselves at you," Edwin, Derek's brother, broke in with a grin. "Maybe they'll actually, you know, have taste or eyes or something…ow!" He winced when Derek slugged him in the arm. "Didn't have to hit me," he muttered sulkily. Then, not one to be down for long, he perked up. "Maybe one of them will be interested in the things I'm interested in, like soccer."

Sam couldn't help it. He scoffed. "One of the ladies of the house interested in that peasant's sport? You must be joking."

Derek sighed before moving between the two. "Now, now, I think I hear the Don coming. Try not to kill each other, children." The two men looked at each other, then at Derek, and with a shout both piled on top of him.

Don George Palermo and his daughters were greeted with the sight of their honored guests, three of the most eligible gentlemen in Italy, rolling in the dust fighting. Casey watched them and started laughing at their foolishness. Her laughter brought the three friends to immediate attention and all three of them jumped up, looking sheepish. Casey continued to chuckle, but managed to squeeze out, "Apparently, Father, you did not invite grown men who just returned victorious from battle, but three of the stupidest looking pigs in Italy!" And then she dissolved into side-splitting laughter again.

Lizzie was standing next to her, trying her hardest to be dignified and not laugh at the spectacle before her when she caught the eyes of one of the men, the youngest it seemed. He smiled kindly at her and Lizzie felt her heart drop. "Oh wow!" she whispered.

Casey had calmed enough to hear her sister and leaned over. "What?"

Lizzie pointed discreetly at the young man standing back as his friend introduced them and exchanged pleasantries with Don George. "Isn't he handsome?" she responded dreamily.

Casey looked at the young man, and then back at her sister before rolling her eyes. "He is tolerable, I suppose. If one likes the kind of man that rolls around in the dirt."

Derek had come unnoticed to stand in front of the two sisters. His eyes were drawn to the eldest, the one who had remarked about pigs. He scoffed inwardly at himself before bowing grandly to the women. "My ladies, allow me to introduce myself and my friends. I am Derek, Lord of Loam, and this is my brother," gesturing to Edwin, "Edwin, Count of Clay, and this young gentleman is Sam, Don of Dirt."

Lizzie, Edwin, Sam and George all started laughing. Casey just sniffed. "At least' you acknowledge your…rule over the low things of the earth!"

"Of course I acknowledge it, my lady. What good is life without the low things? A wrestle on the ground with friends, a long drink in a bar, a good lay?" Derek quirked his eyebrow at Casey.

She snorted. "Obviously those are things you would enjoy. Any normal person would appreciate the finer things in life!" With that, she turned her back and flounced into the villa.

Derek watched her go with a smile on his face before noticing everyone staring at him. "What?"

Sam just looked at him like he was out of his mind. He turned to George. "Don George, I would like to ask your forgiveness for the rudeness of my friend."

George gave a great guffaw. "Think nothing of it, my friend," he said, clapping a large hand onto Sam's back. "Fine young man, one that can get a rise out of my Casey. At least she acknowledges you. Most of the time she just sniffs and walks off, after informing me that whatever young gentleman is in question is one of the numerous reasons she will never marry. I don't know where she gets it," he said, shaking his head as he led the party inside. "Her mother wasn't nearly so picky."

Lizzie hung back from the rest of the company, smiling shyly at Edwin, who tried to stay back to talk with the beautiful young woman, but Derek clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Get a move on, old man! The stench on you is enough to kill a dead horse!" Edwin looked apologetically at Lizzie as Derek dragged him away.

Later That Afternoon

Marti crept up to her brothers' room. She knew she wasn't supposed to disturb them, but it was so boring here! All the women had cooed and crooned over her, but yuck! Who wanted to be dressed up in frilly dresses when she could try on her brothers' armor and play with their swords.

Derek opened the door to see his sister standing there. Since their parents' death, Derek and Edwin had watched over Marti, and it seemed only natural to bring her along with them. Sure, it was to battle, but only a small one. Marti would have terrorized their home if she had been left behind, and the aftermath of that would have been more terrifying than the actual war. "Hello, Smarti! How's my little one doing?"

Marti responded in her typical quirky fashion. "I hate this place/the women here are scary/they tried to dress me in lace/and called me a little fairy." The little girl looked so put out by this that Derek just had to laugh.

"They obviously don't know what a little warrior looks like. Come on, let's go find Edwin." He rolled his eyes at her and made her giggle. "He's mooning over one of the ladies of the house." They walked onto the balcony and found Edwin speaking earnestly with Sam.

"I'm telling you, Sam, she's an angel. A beauty. An innocent maiden just waiting for me! And her father would never go for it! She's a lady and I'm, well I'm not a lord or a count or a don. I'm just the younger son."

"Edwin, if she loves you, then she loves you. And you are one of my men, which means a lot. You have lands, and riches, and are handsome…where's the problem?"

"The problem is that I don't know if she likes me. I mean, really. Do you think she could?"

Derek chortled and set Marti down next to the two. "You only met her two hours ago, Edwin. How do you expect to know that you really love her, much less expect her to reciprocate the feelings?"

Marti glared at him and hugged Edwin. "Don't worry big brother/Everyone loves you/Like father loved mother/She'll love you too."

Edwin laughed and hugged her. "Still on our rhyming kick, I see? Thank you for the vote of confidence, Marti." Turning back to his brother, he asked him a question. "Why are you so cynical, Derek? I know I love her. She is the stars in my sky, and the heart beat in my chest. She is all that is beautiful and wonderful in the world."

Derek rolled his eyes again and put his hand on Edwin's shoulder. "Little bro, think what you like. Love is for losers. I will never fall in love, and I shall be much happier for it."

Edwin looked at him with pity. "And what about when you marry? Don't you wish to love that woman?"

Derek looked at him strangely. "I'll never wed. Marriage is for those who aren't strong enough to get through life on their own, and I think we can firmly say that I am strong enough to depend on myself and only myself."

"But you're the eldest son, Derek," Sam interjected. "you have to marry and have children, carry on the family line and all that jazz."

"No I don't. That's what Edwin's for. He's such a romantic I know that I don't have to worry about him never having children. So he can carry on the family line and I can continue to be happy with my life, rather than miserable with a wife." Derek looked inordinately pleased with his little rhyme, so Sam ignored him and turned to Edwin. "If you want me to, Edwin, I can find out if she likes you. At the party tonight I'll dance with her and ask, ok? That way you don't have to worry about being humiliated."

Edwin looked at him gratefully. "Thanks, Sam. I would really appreciate it."

"It's your funeral, bro. Be like me, stay happy and single."

"But if I stayed single, Derek, who would carry on the family line? Oh, wait, that would be you, wouldn't it?"

"You should get married/and have lots of babies/It's not like you would be buried/or get a bad case of rabies." Marti's singsong injection left everyone smiling at her cuteness. Derek picked her up and turned to walk away, but managed to throw one more warning over his shoulder. "Just think, Edwin, if you get married, bye bye soccer. Think about it."

Unbeknownst to all of them, their conversation was overheard by someone with less than good intentions towards the three men. This person crept ever so silently back to his master, another visiting don, and in fact a cousin of the Venturis.

"Don Jamie," the toad said breathlessly, running panting up to his master. "Master Edwin is planning to woo young Lizzie, and from all accounts of their meeting in the courtyard, neither she nor her father will be at all adverse to the idea."

Don Jamie was enraged. "She was supposed to be mine!" he yelled, clenching his fists and shaking them at his servant. The man cowered, and Jamie noticed. He visibly brought himself under control before smirking evilly. "And she still will be. Oh, my dear sir, it is brilliant! Edwin will lose the love of his life, Lizzie will be shamed, and her father will be forced to give me her hand in marriage because I will be the only one to take it. Sometimes I amaze myself, Trevor." The man looked at his master with a questioning expression.

"I will lead Edwin to believe that Lizzie is a whore, rather than the innocent young woman we all know she is. Edwin, being one of the great Venturis, will be unable to force himself to marry her, Lizzie will be heartbroken, and Don George will be willing to give his daughter to anyone who asks. It's a beautiful plan, isn't it, Trevor?"

Trevor nodded and smirked. "When will you do it, Don Jamie?"

Jamie smiled evilly. "I have to wait until the two lovebirds are in love. I think I shall put my plan into action once they are engaged. You know Italians, they can never wait for anything, so I am expecting the engagement to be announced tonight or tomorrow at the latest."

"Sounds perfectly evil, sir. I love it!" And the sounds of their evil cackling could be heard down the hall.

Right before the Party, in the Girls' Room

Casey looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. "How could I waste a beautiful face like this on any man, Lizzie?"

Lizzie, making sure her sister wasn't looking at her, rolled her eyes. "Casey, sweetheart, I don't think that you would be 'wasting' your face if you were to marry someone. I mean, you would still have your face, right? And it isn't like your husband would lock you in a tower, for Pete's sake. You just wouldn't be able to, you know, sleep with a ton of guys anymore."

Casey looked at Lizzie. "Like I sleep with a ton of guys now? I'm sorry, I can't remember the last one I had, why is that? Oh yeah, that's right, because I'm a V-I-R-G-I-N, unlike you, Miss Smarty Pants."

Lizzie looked indignant. "You know very well that I am still a virgin too thank you very much." Then she got a dreamy look on her face. "Although, if Edwin were to ask me, I think I would take a long, hard look at that status and see how we could change it."

Casey looked at her sister and shook her head. "Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie. I can't believe you are even thinking about it," she scolded. "It's not like Edwin is going to propose marriage, and his brother is an absolute jerk. He is the reason I will never get married."

Lizzie giggled. "Too lovesick over Derek Venturi, Case? Although I can't say I blame you. If Edwin wasn't so dreamy, I wouldn't think twice about looking at his brother."

Casey just sighed. "Lizzie, if you want to mess up your life by getting married, go right ahead. I, however, plan on staying single and happy for the rest of my life."

"And you think Father won't have something to say about that?"

"Please, Lizzie, you know I have Father wrapped around my finger. The man wouldn't dare do anything concerning me unless he had my absolute approval. Privately, I think he's terrified that I'll pull a Mom and freak out on his newest acquisition."

Lizzie grinned as she remembered the occasion Casey was referring to-when their mom found out that their father had decided to hold the annual Christmas Eve dinner outside instead of in the ballroom without asking her first, and she had taken her ire out on his newest priceless painting. After that time, George never did anything without his wife's approval. And Casey was so much like her mother that Lizzie could understand why George was terrified of angering her.

"I don't care why he feels that way, anyways. All I know is that he won't be forcing me to marry anyone, and that is just fine with me. The only way I will ever marry a man is if God made him out of something other than dust. I think Derek is a perfect example of the worthlessness of men made from dust."

Casey turned back to the mirror and Lizzie looked at her for a moment. "I really like Edwin, Casey. Do you really think I don't have a chance with him?" Her worried eyes met those of her sister's in the mirror.

"Sweetie, if you want him, then he is the luckiest man in the world and should be thanking his lucky stars for such an honor. And on the plus side, if you marry Edwin, Don Jamie can go home and stop hanging around with the puppy-dog-in-love expression on his face."

Lizzie giggled. "I like Don Jamie, I mean as a friend, but you're right. He can get irritating sometimes. I would marry Edwin just to make Don Jamie go away."

Casey laughed. Then she looked at the time. "We have to hurry or Father will be furious. I mean, he won't do anything about it, but you know how he gets, all pouty and stuff."

At The Party

Casey and Lizzie looked around in confusion. Casey leaned over to her sister and whispered, "Do you remember being told that this was a masquerade?"

Lizzie looked at her with equal confusion. "No, but obviously it is. Why else would everyone be wearing masks?" She gestured around.

Casey followed her sister's hand motion before spotting something. "Lizzie," she growled. "Only the men are wearing masks! Look! All the women here are unmasked! Ugh!" she spat. "I'll bet it was Derek's idea to wear masks and not let the women know. Typical male."

While Casey was ranting, a masked gentleman came up to her. "May I have this dance, milady?" Casey smiled shortly at him and nodded. "I'll be back, ok Lizzie?"

Lizzie nodded distractedly as "Edwin" caught her eye and walked over to ask her to dance.

Meanwhile, "Don Sam" (really Derek in disguise) had to control his chuckles as he led Casey onto the dance floor.

"Thank you Don Sam. It's nice to see some people have manners, unlike your friend Derek over there," she ranted, motioning to "Derek" who was talking to Don Jamie on the edge of the dance floor.

"He is really the most insufferable male on the face of this planet. There is nothing appealing about him! Nothing!"

Derek silently laughed. "Well, Lady Casey, perhaps we should discuss something else, like how beautiful you look tonight," he said, trying to keep up Sam's persona. Although it's true, he thought, she does look beautiful tonight. Too bad that beauty is overshadowed by her annoying personality.

Casey huffed. "I would love nothing more than to talk about something else. Preferably something that doesn't involve you giving me superficial compliments. I hate superficial people," she grumbled, glaring at "Derek" again, who was now talking to a young woman.

Derek laughed, he couldn't help it. "Why don't you tell me more about why you don't like Derek's company?"

Casey sniffed. "I told you, he's superficial and a fool. He is like a man-whore, after all. Stories of his escapades with women follow him everywhere. The only thing he has going for him is that he's relatively clever with words."

"Sam" laughed. "Well, I'll let him know what you said."

Casey chuckled. "Please do. I'm sure he'll say some witty, damaging comment about me and then forget about it." The two continued to banter through the rest of their dance.

Lizzie and "Edwin" meanwhile were also dancing, but enjoying a much more affectionate conversation.

Sam, acting as Edwin, was trying to get Lizzie to admit her feelings. It was fairly obvious that she was in love with his friend, from all the flirting and eyelash-batting coming his way, but every time he tried to, conversationally speaking, corner her into admitting her feelings, she brushed it off and continued to talk about trivialities.

Finally, Sam just got fed up. "Lady Lizzie," he said, trying to act as much like Edwin as possible. "Might I have a word with you in private?"

Lizzie tittered and allowed "Edwin" to lead her off the dance floor. "Yes, my dear sir?" she whispered, winking at him.

"Lady Lizzie, I have fallen in love with you," "Edwin" declared, going for the outright declaration approach. "Is it possible that you may have developed similar feelings for me?"

Lizzie gazed dreamily at him. "Oh I have, my dear Edwin. I love you!"

"Edwin" continued, just to make sure. "Does that mean you would not be adverse to me asking your father for your hand?"

"I would love it if you would ask my father for my hand in marriage."

Sam sighed in relief. "Wonderful."

Lizzie looked at him coyly. "Don't you want to kiss me now?"

"Edwin" gulped. "Um, don't…don't you think…" he swallowed again as Lizzie moved closer. "Don't you think we should tell your father first?"

Lizzie stopped moving and pouted. "Don't you want to kiss me?"

"Of c-course I w-want to kiss you. I just think we should tell your father first." Inwardly, Sam was kicking himself for ever agreeing to this plan. He should have known that Lizzie would want a kiss from her soon-to-be fiancée.

Lizzie pouted a little bit more. "I guess you're right." Then she perked up. "Let's go tell him right now!" She grabbed "Edwin's" hand and tried to drag him off but he just stood there, frozen.

"Um…I have to…um…I need to…" Hitting on the perfect solution, he grinned. "I need to tell Derek first! I mean, he is the head of the family and all."

Lizzie pouted again. "Fine," she sighed dramatically. "I'll go tell Casey then."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. "Wasn't sure you were going to get out of that one unscathed, old boy," he muttered to himself. Then he saw Edwin coming up to him and grinned.

"Man, you will be thanking me when…" Sam was interrupted by Edwin's angry voice.

"Damn it Sam, I can't believe you would do that to me! I mean, all you really had to do was tell me you liked her, and I would have backed off, but no! You had to pretend like you were my friend and then steal her away!"

Sam looked past Edwin as he ranted and saw with confusion Derek and Derek and Edwin's cousin Jamie standing behind Edwin, looking upset as well.

"Ok, Dude, I have no idea what you're talking about. But we can talk about it later. I have some important news for you, and I have to tell you before she comes back." Sam looked around furtively.

Edwin glared at him. "Why would I want to hear anything you have to say, Sam? You are a backstabbing, idiotic jerk!"

Derek pushed Edwin aside and got into Sam's face. "Yeah, dude, what's up with that? I mean, I don't think that Edwin should get married, but stealing his girl? That's low, Sam."

Sam looked utterly confused, but then he caught sight of Lizzie coming back with Casey and panicked. If Lizzie saw him with his mask still on, she would think he was Edwin, and he so didn't want to go there again.

"Whatever, guys, just take off your masks, ok?"

Derek and Edwin took off their masks, still glaring at Sam. "Why the hell did you want us to take off our masks, Sam?"

Before Sam could answer, Lizzie came running up and threw herself into Edwin's arms. Edwin let out an "oof", but managed to keep both of them from tumbling to the ground.

"Alright, I told Casey, you seem to have told Derek, so can we go tell my Father now? And then you can give me a kiss…" Lizzie looked demurely at him.

Edwin got an utterly confused look on his face. Sam almost burst out laughing, it was so priceless. By this time he had figured out that Edwin must have seen Lizzie throwing herself at him and gotten the wrong idea, although he wasn't sure where the wrong idea had originated.

"Yeah, congratulations on your engagement, buddy," Sam said, making sure to put extra emphasis on the engagement.

Edwin looked at Lizzie, still hanging contentedly in his arms, and then at Sam and blushed up to his ear tips.

"Yeah, ok, right." He swallowed. "Engagement…yeah, Lizzie, let's go tell your Father." As they walked away, Edwin shot a sheepish thank you back over his shoulder to Sam.

Derek looked at both of them and sighed. Then he noticed Casey and smirked as he went over to her. As they started to argue again, Sam looked over at the couple and got an evil glint in his eyes. Maybe I can help more than one couple find themselves tonight, he thought to himself, before following Edwin and Lizzie.

After the Party, in the Guys' Room

"So, is he listening?" Sam mouthed to Edwin. Edwin nodded before clearing his throat and starting to speak.

"So, Sam, thanks again for tonight. I'm really sorry I jumped on you about the whole alone-in-a-dark-corner thing."

"No prob, bro. So, did I tell you what I heard? Kinda sad, really."

"What?"

"Well, you know how we all thought Lady Casey utterly hated Derek? Well, as it turns out, she is actually just masking her true feelings. She's as in love with Derek as Lizzie is with you!"

"Man, that does suck for her!"

"Yeah, I mean, we all know how much Derek hates her, and I think she can tell too. At least that's what I gathered from her tear-stricken words to her best friend in the courtyard earlier."

Edwin rolled his eyes at the room adjacent to the balcony where Sam and Edwin were sitting. Derek was in the room, pretending not to listen, but Edwin knew he was. The little jump he gave when Sam announced Casey was in love with him proved it.

Derek sat in the dark of the room, trying to process what he had just heard. Lady Casey, hater of all men, was in love with him? No, it couldn't be! Could it? And he didn't really hate her, it was just he never wanted to get married and she was a prime candidate for that…wait, what was that? Casey, a prime candidate for marriage? With him? No way! Although the more Derek thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him. Sure, he had never wanted to get married, but with Casey? She was interesting, mysterious, beautiful, intriguing, fiery, and passionate.

Derek sat up straight and stared directly at the wall. He was in love with Casey Palermo. As strange as it sounded, he was as head over heels for Casey as Edwin was for Lizzie. And he liked it! Derek sat back and folded his arms behind his head. At least he knew Casey loved him. There would be none of this drama like Edwin had had. He smiled as he continued to daydream what his life would be like, married to Casey.

In the Girls' Room

While Derek was daydreaming, the woman he was thinking about was lost in her own thoughts. As she lay on her bed, a grimace came over her face as she remembered the night, and the odious man she had spent the entire evening talking to.

As she was thinking about this, Lizzie and Emily, Casey's best friend came strolling by on the balcony. Casey hadn't lit the candle by her bed, so the room was in darkness and she was pretty sure they had no idea she was there. She decided to listen in on the conversation.

"So, Edwin told me the most interesting thing, Emily. Would you like to hear it?"

"You know me, Lizzie. I love juicy gossip. What is it?"

"Well, you have to promise not to tell Casey." At this there was a lot of eye-rolling towards the room where Emily and Lizzie both knew Casey was listening. "Edwin told me that Derek has decided to renounce his no marriage vow in favor of…wait for it…Casey!"

"Oh my gosh!" Emily squealed.

"Yeah, he said that Derek fell in love with Casey from the first words out of her mouth. He said Derek thinks arguing with her is the most intriguing thing he has done all his life and…"

Lizzie and Emily continued to talk, but Casey wasn't paying attention. Derek Venturi was going to ask her to marry him? Surely that wasn't the case! Could it be? No, he hated her! And she hated him! I mean, he was handsome and when he was with his rhyme-spouting sister, he seemed to be really sweet, but other than that, he was a jerk and rude, and a womanizer. Although as Casey thought about it, she couldn't recall a moment of actual womanizing that had happened. Sure, he had talked to some women at the party, but that was only to be expected.

Suddenly she sat straight up. Oh my gosh, she thought. I'm in love with Derek Venturi!

Casey's eyes popped open and her mouth dropped open as she breathed heavily. In love with Derek Venturi? What? Then she looked around and saw her alarm clock shining red in the darkness of her room and breathed a sigh of relief. It had just been a dream. She looked at the book on her nightstand and shuddered. Shakespeare. It was definitely all his fault.

A/N: Alright, I promise that isn't the end of it, just half. It's just, Much Ado About Nothing is so much more complicated than A Midsummer Night's Dream! You wouldn't think it was so, but it is! And Casey is more complicated than Derek. That's why there's a lot more...I don't even know what you would call it...in her dream. So I promise, she'll finish her dream, and the second half will have more poetry-spouting Marti.

Also, I'm thinking about making Sam and Emily have dreams too...but I'm not sure. I guess it depends on the reaction to this.

Anyways, thanks for reading!