New chapter! This one's a little tragic. R&R please!

"What are we supposed to do now?" Carly asked, pacing the floor. They had no computer geek, no laptop, and a ratty old camera. The only useful thing they had was Sam's remote, and it only worked with special effects software. It was just then that Sam realized the effects of throwing Freddie out. No Freddie meant no iCarly, unless they found something uber-awesome in Sam's apartment, which, given the state that it was in, wasn't likely. "We probably should cancel the show this week," Carly mumbled.

Sam flinched, facing away from Carly. She was totally clueless about what to do in this situation, until she thought about something. "Wait a minute, Carly, I have an idea!" Sam screamed, jumping over her couch and running up the stairs to get something. A few minutes later, Sam came back down with a wad of cords and a desktop computer, keyboard and mouse attached. She set up the computer on a small coffee table and plugged it into the wall.

"Where'd you find that?" Carly asked.

"I dunno, I just thought it looked kinda useful. It sorta smells like ham though." Sam said.

"Why?" Carly asked, as if it were the strangest thing in the world.

"It's mine. Why else would you think it'd smell like ham?

Carly quirked an eyebrow and sniffed the machine. "You're right, it does smell like ham . . . Do you think we could use it for the show tonight?"

"Probably," Sam said, "but there's one problem."

"What could possibly be wrong with a ham-scented computer? I'm sure it's fine." Carly said, pushing the powerbutton.

"We don't have internet."

Carly deadpanned, "What's the point of getting a computer if you don't have internet?!"

"Aaand it sorta makes the whole apartment building lose power when you turn it on."

"WHAT?!" Carly's face went white, "Why didn't you tell me that five seconds ago?!" She yelled as the room went pitch black.

"I tried!" Sam yelled, flailing in the dark.

"This is insane, you know that?!" Carly screamed, trying to hear herself over the strange new buzzing noise in the room.

"Oh crap!" Sam said, "Here we go again!" and as soon as the words were out of her mouth, a yellow flame spouted from the outlet, lighting up the room. "This is so not supposed to happen!" Sam screamed, flailing.

"Quick, pull the plug out!" Carly said, running, "I'm going to get the fire extinguisher!"

"We don't have one!" Sam yelled, yanking the plug out of the wall as the flame began cliimbing higher.

"WHAT?!" Carly screamed in disbelief, running back to Sam, "What do you mean 'you don't have one'?"

"We don't!"

"Well, come on, we gotta get outta here!" Carly said, pulling Sam towards the door. By now, the flames had swallowed up a good ten feet of space, and it was quite bright and hot.

"Wait! My ham!" Sam yelped, reaching for the halfeaten hamhock on the floor.

"You can't get more ham if you're dead, Sam!" Carly said, pulling her out the door and down the emergency stairs, since the elevators were dead. "I'm sorry!"

Carly and Sam ran down flight after flight of stairs, constantly tripping and running into things. Finally, they reached the bottom, screamed "There's a FIRE upstairs," to the front desk man, and ran all the way to Carly's apartment and took the elevators up to Carly's floor, where they again ran to her apartment.

Sam immediately plopped onto the couch, disheartened about her apartment and her ham. She turned the T.V. on and watched the static. Carly stood in the middle of the floor with her arms crossed and sighed. "I guess we're not going to be able to do iCarly tonight then."

"Guess not." Sam said.

"I'm sorry about your apartment, and your ham."

"It's not your fault." Sam sighed, "The computer was my idea. I should've told you before you turned it on."

"No, it is my fault." Carly hung her head in shame.

"Look, I don't wanna argue, okay? It's not your fault. I broke the damn thing in the first place."

Carly sighed, "Okay . . but, next time, tell me before I do something stupid, okay?"

To be continued . . . again.