"Phil you've got to help me! Chris has gone crazy - I'm not even joking, he's chasing after me with a blade and I have no idea what to do and my world is spinning and I don't think I can keep concious for much longer. Just hurry the fuck up and get your sorry asses over here, now!"

Phil hung up, it was clear he got the message. PJ looked around in the bathroom, panting and tearing up. The footsteps came closer, and Chris's voice became louder and creepier.

"PJ, isn't this what you wanted? Didn't you want a life of adventure and excitement, for the impossible to become possible? Open the door, please, or I shall open it myself."

PJ shut his eyes and clasped his hands onto his head, again. Everything was spinning again, the sense of being lost in reality and losing yourself. The spinning stopped, and PJ was in a dark, black space. On the edges of this space were words, sentances, written in blood. They all read something similar to:

"PJ, I LOVE YOU." "ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU DREAMT OF?" "I LOVE YOU, DON'T YOU LOVE ME?"

Fuck, everything was incomprehensible. In the distance was the pale figure again, with blue, white and red stripes. Except, he was closer, and had blood on his hands. PJ called out, shouting 'hello' over and over again. The figure never answered, but PJ was pretty sure it was crying. PJ began to run towards it, but he was forced to open his eyes. Dan had snuck in through the window.

"PJ! Wake up you dickhead!" Dan shouted, slapping PJ.

"Fuck...what's happening?" PJ slurred his words, his eyes still drooping.

Phil jumped into the bathroom, making PJ and Dan jump, he was holding a hammer and several butchers knives. He gave Dan and PJ a butchers knife and stood infront of the door. PJ looked up, jumped up from where he had slumped down and reached out to Phil.

"Don't you dare open that bloody door! We'll all die otherwise!"

Phil sighed and looked at PJ.

"Look, if we want our Chris back, we're going to have to fight for him. Trust me, no matter how many realities we'll jump through - we will get Chris back."

Dan looked confused and squinted at Phil "Realites? What? Explain yourself."

Phil turned to the door again, and then back at Dan. "It seems as if we've got an alternate Chris, so that means the Chris in our normal day to day reality is somewhere else, in place of this Chris. I don't know where the hell that place is, but we'll have to find some sort of trigger to find it."

"You've read too much fiction, Phil." PJ muttered angrily. "Grow up, our friend is obviously psycho." PJ stood up and pushed Phil out of the way, holding the lock and doorknob, his head turnt around. "Are you ready?"

Dan nodded, and Phil gave no response. PJ knew that his apparent theory isn't what happened to Chris, and to be honest he believed Phil much more than himself. PJ took a deep breath and opened the door, Chris stood there - crying. He then pulled his hands away from his face, looked at PJ and gave that horrible, toothy grin.

"Why were you hiding, Ligouri? Why were the boys hiding with you?"

Chris walked closer, PJ stood still, no anxiety rose. Suddenly, Chris took a step back, poised his arm back and his hand in a fist; giving PJ an uppercut which knocked him out entirely.

All that was now around PJ, was the black space. Him and this corrupted Chris stood, ready for a fight.