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Sadly, a night on Boney Island didn't mean a night away from the nightmares.

"Another bold move, doll face, refusing to talk to me." Mal was on the ground, looking up at me from the tree I was settled in. "But smart move, too. I'm going to take you the minute I get you alone. Or if Zoey's with you, I'll let her watch...and maybe join in, too."

"You're a sick creep!" I shouted down. "And that's why I hate you! Why are you making me do this?"

Mal laughed. "Because you're beautiful, troublemaking, and oh so much fun to play with. I can't wait to break you, multiple times. I think you'll be even more fun than little Red." He sighed. "I wish I could get to you now. It's making me depressed."

"Just stop bugging me and let me spent my night up here in peace!" I yelled down. To my surprise, that's exactly what he did. Just before he went out of my view, he turned and waved.

"Just remember, doll face. I will own you."

It was a relief when Chef came back and took me back to the main island. Chris was just calling us as he got back.

"Hey, Bailey!" Zoey smiled. "How was your night on Boney Island?"

"Not bad." I shrugged. "I spent most of it sleeping in a tree."

"I'm just glad you got out alive!" Sierra exclaimed, putting her arm around me. "I was scared out of my wits when I went there, and I know I have the strength to fight. I just imagine that they tried to hurt my Codykins, and the animals soon know that they can't mess with me. But you – I was so scared, I mean, you look so little, and-"

"And it's time you stopped underestimating me because of my size." I said dryly.

"Oops, sorry!" Sierra giggled nervously.

"Well, welcome back, Bailey!" Zoey smiled at me again.

Sierra and I walked together. "So, final five." I said. "Wow. I can't believe I made it this far."

"Wouldn't it be great if the two of us made it into the finale?" Sierra said enthusiastically. "Last time I played this, I got to the final four, so without Heather and Alejandro around, I'm sure I can get even further!"

I smiled. "It would be cool if we both got to the finale. I'd rather lose to someone I respected, if I end up losing."

Scott spent the time walking boasting about how strong he felt, but Mal and Zoey ignored him, while Sierra and I giggled.

Chris was standing there with two interns. He pointed out how skinny they were. "Totally forgot to feed them this week!"

Mal burst out laughing, although he was laughing in his "Mike" voice, so he didn't sound so scary. Still, it got him a concerned look from Zoey.

Chris laughed too. "I know. Funny, right?" Our challenge was to make them a sundae, and the first person who finished theirs and had it eaten by the interns, won. Sounds simple, right? Actually, we had to go to the most dangerous parts of the island to get the ingredients. First, we had to climb a snowy mountain to get three types of ice cream – Neopolitan, so vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. Then we had to go to a swamp for the cherry. The mess hall had the chopped nuts, but we'd have to avoid the re-built Drama Machine, which was out for blood. Finally, we'd have to avoid that fire-breathing flower from the last season, while we got the chocolate sauce.

"You are insane, Chris McLean." I informed him. "What, one year in prison wasn't enough to set you straight? Next time, try dealing with the psychopath I met in juvie." I didn't look at Mal as I spoke, though.

Chris shrugged. "Actually, it was prison that changed me. For the better." He laughed.

I ran to the mountain for the ice cream, not looking back. I just had to hope my night in exile wouldn't affect my performance.

As a matter of fact, I got to the ice cream first, and was down the mountain before Zoey and Mal were at the top. Scott accidentally slipped on the ice and slid right past the ice cream snowman, and Sierra was right behind me.

I went straight for the swamp, looking to find the bowl of cherries. I managed to pick one out and stick it between the strawberry and vanilla scoops, when a gator appeared right beside me. I shut my eyes...but then I heard a thud, a splash, and I opened my eyes to an even more frightening sight.

"Bet that hurt!"

I gave a sigh and said, pretending, "Good one, Mike, now get out of my way-" But before I could finish, he'd already plucked a cherry out of the bowl and pushed me out of my depth into the swamp.

"Oh, and by the way?" he added, still talking in a "Mike" voice, "I'll find that DVD you hid in the spa hotel tonight."

As he left, I had to swim back with one arm and stuck in second place, with Zoey and Sierra right behind me.

The Drama Machine was going straight for Mal when I sneaked up to get the nuts. But, bastard that he is, the minute I had them on the sundae, he spotted me and yelled out, "Hey, Bailey, watch out for the robot!" I had a hard time getting out of that room with the homicidal robot chasing me, and I heard Mal whistling his favourite tune, before he left.

I ran for the chocolate sauce once I made it out, but Mal still made it there first, I spent a good five minutes dodging fire, and by the time I got the sauce, Mal and Zoey had both gotten their sundaes done, and although Mal was hanging back, I didn't spend any time waiting to see what he'd do, desperately trying to beat Zoey to the finish line.

"Surprise!" Chris announced as everyone reached the finish line. "Change of plans! You have to eat your own sundae! First to finish wins immunity! Everyone else is on the chopping block. So, dig in!"

Everyone looked eager to eat it, even Sierra, who'd had to skip the sauce for some reason, and Scott, who'd put dirt on his sundae.

And guess who won? The one person who I wanted to vote off that night. Yes. Scott was close to winning, but me and the other two girls all got brain freeze, while Mal only just beat Scott, although Zoey was very close behind.

I wiped the chocolate sauce off my lips. "So what are the interns getting to eat?" I asked.

Chris shrugged. "I dunno. Not my problem."

I talked to Zoey after the challenge. "So...have you been watching your boyfriend properly and noticed anything weird?" I asked.

Zoey gave a sigh. "Okay, Bailey. He has been acting weird. I'm not so sure that he's in control any more. Also, there was something Alejandro said when he got eliminated. You were already in exile when he got flushed, but he made this big speech. He was saying something about him not being the villain and there being a 'greater evil'. Then he said 'the truth is in the art'." She scowled. "I don't know why he had to be so cryptic about it. Typical."

"He knows about what I was up to. What he meant by 'The truth is in the art' is that I hid a DVD in a portrait of Chris in the spa hotel, on his suggestion. Thing is, there's so many that even I don't remember where I hid it! The DVD is called 'Mal's Greatest Hits', and it's proof that Mike is not in control right now. But we need to make sure he doesn't find it, because Alejandro was stupid enough to tell him that I'd found the DVD and hidden it somewhere!"

Zoey gave a sigh. "I don't know. Even if Mal is an alternate personality of Mike, I'm pretty sure I know my boyfriend. And even if he didn't have immunity, I know who I'm going to vote for tonight." She paused, surveying me carefully, and then smiled kindly. "It's not you, though."

I took some time, trying to figure out who was the bigger threat. I wanted to keep Zoey around, even though she was a threat. Scott was pretty dumb, which made him less of a threat. That only left Sierra. Strong, fast, intelligent...yes, she had to go. I was going to miss her, though.

Sierra got most of the votes. "I'm sorry!" I called to her as she floated in the giant toilet, bawling. "Keep in touch, okay? No hard feelings – it's just strategy!"

Chris pressed the button, and Sierra disappeared. The last thing we heard from her was a cry of "I'm coming, Cody!"

Mal was sent to the spa hotel...alone. Chris said that from now on, stays in the spa hotel were for individual winners only, and they couldn't take anyone with them (although, also, that meant no one would be exiled any more). Of course, Mal pretended to be sad that he couldn't take anyone along, namely Zoey, but still. If Scott went after this, it wouldn't matter who went to the spa hotel next, because if my dreams were right, Mal would have no qualms about what he did to me in close proximity of Zoey. And if she or I were the one in the spa hotel, he'd still find a way to do what he'd threatened me with.

At least, tonight, Scott was only a wall away. If Mal left the hotel and tried anything with me or Zoey, he'd hear. I just hoped I'd be able to vote Mal off before he could do anything more.

Poor Bailey! She's let this go on too long. If she doesn't do something, she'll lose a lot more than a million dollars!

Next up: A discovery, an alliance, and treasure hunting!