Heather walked into her living room and picked up a book she hadn't read in a while and started reading. "I don't remember what page I was on when I started this book... I know I was about done, but I don't even remember half of what was said... I'll just start over." Four hours after she sat down in the living room Heather decided maybe she should go see if they were okay. There hadn't been any screams or crying in a while and she was starting to worry. "Hey guys, is everything okay in there?" She called, about to get off the couch.

"Yeah, everything s fine!" James called back. "We're just waiting for the team to get here."

"The Team?" Heather thought.

"Don't worry about a thing Heather, everything's going to be fine." Eddie said.

"I'm comforted, really..." She said sarcastically. Heather went back to reading her book and after about 20 minutes or so, there was a knock at the door.

"I GOT IT!" James screamed, running out of Heather's bedroom and booking it to the door. When he opened the door about 90 men and women in white overalls came rushing through and into her bedroom. "These are my homies, they'll take real good care of us, don't worry. We'll be out in no time!"

"Whatever." Heather said before returning to her book. By the time anybody came back out of the room, it was the next morning and Heather was asleep on her couch with her finished book resting on her stomach.

"Heather?" James whispered as he ushered all of his crew out the door. "Eddie come here, she's out cold." He called to Eddie. He shut the door as the last of the men and women left the apartment and walked over to Heather.

Eddie came into the room and stood next to James. "Well, she finished her book... what was she reading anyways?" Eddie picked the book up and read the title. "War and Peace. I hear this is good." He said as he slammed it down on the table, waking Heather from her slumber.

"GARY COLEMAN!!" She screamed, obviously in shock from her rude awakening. "What happened?" Heather sat up and rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?" There was morning light spilling into the room from the open windows and she smiled.

"Heather, look at Eddie!" James was pointing to him with a grin.

"Oh my gosh! Eddie! You clean up really well!" Somehow, in the few hours she was out, that mystery team of James' had gotten Eddie completely clean and well combed. Not to mention they had made an entirely new outfit that fit him perfectly and made him look sharp and clean. "James, you look much fresher. Did you shower?"

"Yeah, isn't it great. I always wondered what soap was actually for..." Realizing he was getting a strange look from his peers James went on to explain that he would make sure they had lots of soap at his house because his wife would get upset if there wasn't a bar of soap in the shower. "I guess she thought I used a lot of it or something. I don't know where it all went, but for some reason, every time I got in the shower, the soap would be gone and there would be nothing but blue residue and a wire, soap-less pad left in it's place."

"What kind of Soap did you buy?" Heather asked.

"S.O.S." James said.

"...How did your wife die again?" Heather asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Pick an ending and I'll tell you." James replied.

"Do any of them include excessive blood loss?"

"No, why?"

"Never mind." Heather said.