Oh wow, I haven't even written on this for like three weeks. I feel like a horrible person, but I've had some really weird stuff to do lately, and I'm literally staying up way too late just to write. :) I hope you appreciate it. This unfortunately didn't amount to much, it's more of a really short teaser chapter, I'm working up another idea for the next (hopefully longer) chapter...

Liz POV (again):

I woke up on something soft yet scratchy. All I knew was that it was really cold, and I had something plastic stuck to my hands. I opened my eyes to see bright white clouds above me, and I was laying in the middle of a field. I looked around for Keila and Rachel, finding them not too far away from me. I also was in for a big surprise.

"GUYS?" I shrieked. They all started, even Keila and Rachel. They all proceeded to groan and moan about something hurting, mostly their heads. Only Rico complained about the landing at the end of the tunnel.

"Well that hurt," he stated bluntly. They all looked around, almost like they expected something to jump out and attack them.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He yawned loudly, seemingly bored.

"Private got sucked down the hole, we had to come and get him. You changed your hair," he stated blandly.

"...What?" I grabbed a lock of my hair and pulled it around to see what he meant. It was now blue-black, dark enough to make my skin even paler. I huffed and puffed for a moment more before closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Look around. Does this look like your... place? Do we look the same as we did there? NO! Because we're in a different DAMN DIMENSION!" That shocked him out of bored-mode.

"We're WHAT? We come here for a simple rescue mission and we end up in a different dimension?" Skipper yelled. I nodded helplessly, my anger dwindling into a thin coating of joy. Most of them were standing now, only leaving Rachel and Rico on the ground. Well, they're a lot alike, aren't they?

I then proceeded to knock the wind out of the three standing men by grabbing them into a group hug, squealing. They looked confused but happy that I wasn't mad at them anymore, so that was good. I just hoped that I could come up with a solution to our problem.

I let everybody go, realizing just how tight I had been hugging them, and cleared my throat.

"So, where the fuck are we?" I looked around, hoping for an answer to come to me. I saw a familiar looking house, though I couldn't place it exactly, and I saw that we were in a long, thin field, full of frosted grass. It was early morning, and we were obviously back in our dimension, because it was COLD.

"We're behind the Jenks' house!" Keila exclaimed. That's why the house looked familiar: Our friend Amanda lived there. We'd only been there a few times, but we still recognized it.

"We should know where we're at from here, right? Maybe we can find a newspaper machine and see what the date is," I suggested. She nodded. I looked around for Rachel, looking for approval, and found her still on the ground, snoozing. Rico was doing the same. I held a finger up to my lips, and snuck over to her. I guess we didn't lose our powers, because I did it with enough grace and silence to startle myself. I crouched down and took a strand of my now-black hair, tickling their noses in turn. Rachel swatted herself in the face on the first try, but Rico must've been a heavy sleeper, because he took four tries before he did it. "Come on, sleepyheads. We've got stuff to do," I said.

"Your hair...?" I just shook my head and shrugged.

We jumped the gate easily, barely making any noise aside from a small squeak on the rusty hinges, then started walking down the street. Luckily for us, there was a newspaper machine at the street corner, about a half a block away. Keila ran ahead, and plastered her face to the glass.

"You're not gonna believe this..." She stated ruefully. I groaned and trumped forward, not really sure if I was going to like what I see.

"DECEMBER? HOW THE FUCK CAN IT BE DECEMBER? WE LEFT IN OCTOBER!" They all flinched as my ear piercing shriek scraped against their ear drums. I looked around wildly. Of course, it almost never snowed in Florida, maybe once every ten years or so, but it looked damn close. There was frost on everything, and with the sun just starting to come over the horizon, everything looked even more icy. I sighed. "I guess we'll just have to work with that, now won't we?"

Rachel glared at me wearliy. "What do you mean?" She asked in a nervous tone.

"I mean we need a sob story, and quick, before someone recognises you people with your normal hair and crap..." I pouted for a few seconds. Then something hit me. "You guys wouldn't happen to feel something weird at, like, the bases of your spines, would you?" I asked awkwardly. They all cocked their heads to one side or the other for a moment, then nodded as one.

"First of all, that was really creepy, and second of all, check yourselves. I think I know what it is..." Keila said. They looked around to their backs, finding their tails. The only one who didn't was Private: He was turning in circles trying to see behind him. He probably would have kept doing it if Rachel hadn't stopped him by putting a single finger on his shoulder. He in turn fell backwards, his arms flying up in front of him and flailing. I snickered lightly. Leave it to Private.