A/N: Well, it was only a matter of time, wasn't it? Here it is, your Thanksgiving feast and your pre-Black Friday present: Chapter 7! Enjoy!

P.S: But doesn't Black Friday sound so ominous to you? Really. It sounds like a national memorial holiday. Oh well. On with the show!

"I knew it. I knew there was something wrong with him," Klaus vented as he paced the Orphans' Shack. "He's back. He's back, and I couldn't stop him."

"Well," Violet began, flopping exhaustedly onto the nearest hay bale with Sunny (who, by the way, was chewing on the stapler from her desk), "once a stalker, always a stalker, don't you find? He's just as obsessed with us as you are with…" Violet left off, shooting a furtive glance at Isadora, and triggering a furtive glare in her direction from Klaus.

Felling the tension in the room, Isadora stood up and broke the awkward silence around her. "I'll be in the library, if anyone needs me." She grabbed her diary and headed out, pausing only for a moment to dig the pen she always kept handy out of a fold in her skirt. Releasing the silver chain from the clip, she opened her diary, turned on her flashlight, and began to write.

Strange goings on now that Olaf's back. Klaus is having a near meltdown and the tension is so thick between all of us you can cut it with a knife. When did all of this happen? Why do I suddenly feel so strange? Why am I asking myself questions when I have no clue how to answer them? Curiosity is bound to kill us-that is, if Olaf doesn't do it first.

Oh yeah. And another question-when did I get so morbid?

Isadora closed her diary, sighed, and leaned her head against the corrugated aluminum of the Shack. This was just too much. Klaus was acting strangely, she knew. She tried to listen in.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch (A/N: Gee! I wonder where we've heard that before!), Violet, Sunny and Duncan were in interrogation mode- and Klaus knew it. Standing front and center in the Orphans' Shack, his brain was frying. He became nervous, shaky even, as he tried to put his explanation together. He was going out of his mind. Finally, he stood up and spoke, as if he was just learning how.

"My lawyers advise me to take the fifth," he said. He had envisioned himself with the strength of a politician, feet planted solidly on the ground, arms crossed, head held high. Instead, he was nervous, sweaty, and shaky, his arms hanging limply at his sides. Knowing that he was going to be beaten down anyway, he continued.

"Just to put it out there, because I know you will make me tell you anyway- yes," Klaus said, angry now. "There. I beat you to the punch. I am in love with-"

Isadora couldn't take it anymore. She had to know what Klaus was going to say. She got up and put her ear to the door, but lost her balance, causing her to fall into the room.

"Izzie?" Duncan said quizzically as Isadora stumbled through the door. "What are you doing back here?"

Isadora stood in the door jamb, trying to pick the right lie and cursing her clumsiness. "I…forgot…my…my pen," she sputtered. That oughta do it, she thought.

However, she was too busy celebrating to remember that the very pen she had supposedly forgotten was in her right hand.

"Right," Duncan began. "Izz, you're holding your pen."

Isadora looked down to see that this was true. "Oh. Yeah." Then, she remembered something. She hurriedly searched through her bag, digging out the spare black notebook she kept with her. I knew this would come in handy.

"Well, I actually came back to give this to Klaus." It couldn't have been more obvious that Isadora was improvising, but Violet, Duncan and sunny played along for her sake.

"I thought you might be able to use it," Isadora said hurriedly as she practically thrust the notebook into Klaus' hands. And with that, she ran out the door, towards the library, and didn't look back.

A/N: Oh boy oh boy oh boy! Cliffhanger! You know what to do now!