Dally's POV

"Dallas," someone hissed, slowly waking me up from my dream. It was such a cool dream.

Johnny and I had just stolen a car, like the rebels we are, and drove to Australia (don't ask how we got there, we just did). Then we took a taxi to a cinema and watched a scary movie.

The twist, though, was that it wasn't really Johnny. It was a mutant dolphin that was using his body as a jacket.

Then Johnny ate me. The end.

"DALLAS!"

"I'M INNOCENT!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air as I jumped off the bed. See, that's what happens when you wake me up. Either that, or I punch you in the face. I couldn't really do that when the guard was on the other side of the bars.

"Get up," he ordered, hitting his baton on the bars. "You can call one person, and one person only. Four minutes maximum."

He opened the cell door, about to let me through, when the craziest thing happened. Fran, who I thought was asleep, leaped off the top bunk and dived out the open cell door, landing on her knees. She stood up and quickly yelled, "VICTORY!", before running away.

The guard, who was in shock, ran after her... but not before he closed the cell door and locked it.

Why was I born with such slow reflexes?

I shook the cell door, but that didn't work. I smirked as I realised that the guard dropped his keys when he was running after Fran. They were right in front of my cell!

"Victory," I whispered to myself and chuckled, remembering the crazy gothic psychopath who just ran out screaming. She was insane, but not useless.

Luckily, my arm could fit through the gaps in the bars.

Unluckily, I couldn't reach the keys.

"Damnit," I cursed as my arm got stuck. "Well, this is just great."

For some reason I remembered a movie where a guy's arm got stuck in a wall, and he spat on it to get it out. It was gross, but I had to try it. I could hear two pairs of footsteps coming.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I spat on my arm more times than I could count, until it finally came out. My arm looked bruised, battered and slobby. Ew.

Suspicious? Definitely (not that I cared the least).

Suddenly I got an idea. I took my shoe off and tried to touch the keys with my shoe.

It worked, so I dragged the keys into the cell.

As I opened the cell door, I thought, 'Jee, am I lucky today'.

I just wondered what other crazy things were in store for me, as I ran down the grey corridor.

wo-Bit's POV

"So," I began as I eyed my vanilla milkshake. After I finally took a huge sip, I asked, "How are you?"

Angela looked at me like I was crazy, or that I should've already knew the answer. I'm not good at knowing what people are feeling and stuff, but I presume it was one of the two.

Instead of ripping my head off like I thought she would, she just sighed. "Not the best."

It took me a while to think of something to say. "That's too bad... Not really your week?" I asked, playing dumb. I'm not the smartest person in the world but even so, I know that the less people who know why you're sad, the less sad you are.

...What the hell have I been smoking? When do I ever speak like that? Is that how smart I am when I'm not drinking?

Oh my god.

"Yeah, yeah." Angela nodded a few times before taking a sip of her chocolate milkshake. "You could say that."

I glanced at Johnny, who was next to me. He was halfway done with his lime milkshake (LIME, I know!) which meant he was pretty thirsty! The milkshakes were about as big as a dinosaur shit.

Not that I would know what a dinosaur shit looks like, of course... Or do I? You will never know.

Mine, on the other hand, was too thick to drink out of the straw. The milkshake, I mean, not my... you know.

I was secretly envious of the fact that Johnny and Angela's milkshakes were easier to drink, when I had to tip the whole glass upside down to drink it.

I got a few... Disgusted looks from the other customers, of whom I just flipped the finger to. You should've seen the look on Old Lady Jen's face!

Wiping all the milkshake off my face with my jacket, I asked, "So, do you want to go ghost hunting with us?"

Johnny's eyes were wide in shock. He shook his head so fast that I thought it would fall off.

Angela, on the other hand, tilted her head, looking confused. "You hunt ghosts?"

"Well, no, but we're looking for this guy... We saw him around town, but he's dead. We saw a ghost."

"You mean you think you saw a ghost," she corrected.

"No, we know we saw a ghost!"

"There is no scientific evidence to prove that ghosts exist!" She snapped angrily, the palms of her hands leaning on the edge of the table. I'm not sure how to describe it, but she wasn't sitting or standing. It was like a combination of both.

"I have no idea what half the words in the sentence mean but we saw a ghost so," I poked my tongue out.

"Oh yeah?" She sat back down, crossing her arms. "Who was this ghost you saw, then?"

"Your brother," Johnny said quietly, taking another sip of his milkshake. "We saw your brother."