And now for some new things – some impossible, some real. First of all, thank you SO much to Bloodylilcorpse for letting me use some of the concepts of your amazing story "Mal Meets The Rebel" (and seriously, everyone else, go read that once you've finished this chapter).

On the subject, thank you so much to Bloodylilcorpse for all your support and reviews, including this chapter – and another thanks to Elizabeth Fire Ice Heart.

Dawn didn't just go to see Mike – she offered to try and help Zoey recover herself, and only three weeks after, Zoey reported via phone call that she was feeling a lot better. "Dawn said the grey area in my aura has faded considerably." she said. "I took it to mean that I'm recovering."

"Good." I said into the phone. "Any progress with Mike?"

"I haven't spoken to him yet." Zoey admitted, "But Dawn says she's been able to get through to him twice so far. Not for very long, but she's managed to start teaching him methods. A few of the other personalities have come through too, she says. In fact, she says that Svetlana offered to use the same methods so she could help Mike keep Mal down. Of course, that would give her more control too, but I'm pretty sure she meant to be helpful."

I tried to remember what it was like when I met Svetlana in my last days in juvie. "I can imagine that." I said finally. "I only really saw her when she was doing gymnastics, but she was always friendly."

It was two months later that it happened. All science was defied, but I'm getting ahead of myself here. First I should tell you about something else that happened within two months. Life jogged on normally, but then, after TDPI ended, I decided to investigate where Scarlett had actually been sent. Would you believe, it was the same place as where we'd met? So on visiting day, I went in and managed to convince the warden to let me talk to her.

Scarlett was in cuffs, but otherwise, she looked pretty much like her old self, hair still in a bun, glasses on. "Hello, Bailey." she said in her normal pleasant voice.

I gave a sigh. "Let's get it over with. You can drop the act any time. I saw Total Drama."

"And I saw you on it too." Scarlett replied. "Judging by the troubled behaviour exhibited by both Mike and Mal that season, I would say that they deserve to be here far more than I do." Her polite tone didn't change.

"Murder and destroying an island is pretty scary." I argued. "You always told me how dangerous you were when I was on the other side of the partition with you. Now I know why."

"What can I say?" Scarlett said, a smirk on her face. "My last cellmate before you was far too loud. I couldn't get a moment's peace without her clanging voice ringing in my ears. Although she wasn't as bad as that boy I assaulted at the time."

That gave me a thought. "That's it! That's why you went psychotic! Max was just like him, wasn't he?"

Scarlett actually gave me a real smile. "Nice deduction, Bailey. Indeed, Max reminded me of him entirely too much. That's why I was so desperate to have him voted off before he destroyed what was left of my sanity. He survived far too long, and eventually broke me."

I started to understand what Scarlett was. She wasn't crazy, not really. She was a person who reached her breaking point pretty easily – a psychopath, or a sociopath? She exhibited some of the traits, like a disregard for the rights of others, a lack of remorse for her actions (she accepted she'd done them and that they were wrong, but she never seemed to feel bad about it), an above-average intelligence...but in other ways, she seemed so sane that I couldn't possibly call her a psychopath.

When I left, I was still confused about her. As I left, she said "Um, Bailey? I know we aren't exactly friends, but will you visit me again? My family is terrified of me, and no one else will see me."

I wasn't surprised that her family was scared of her, since I remembered one of her confessionals. "My brother pulled my hair once, so I made his remote controls come to life and attack him in the night. Every night. For six years. He's still in therapy."

But all I said was "I don't know if I'll be able to, but I'll try. I still have issues to work out."

"Do you know much about Mike's progress?" Scarlett asked. "Is he your main problem?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he is. But I also have other stuff to deal with. Later, OK, Scarlett?"

"Okay. Later. I hope."

There was a lot of other stuff that happened in two months. For some reason, Duncan became quieter about what he was doing when I was at school. Whenever I tried to ask him if something was wrong, he'd just laugh it off, and I knew he was hiding something. Sometimes, like when we were doing sexual stuff and Duncan would seem like his old self, teasing me about screaming and calling me an "evil mini-minx" when I managed to take charge, I'd convince myself that I was being paranoid. But other times, I would say something, and Duncan would just freeze up, and I'd know that whatever I was seeing was real.

But after two months, Zoey called with the weirdest news I'd ever heard. "You will never believe it!" she said.

"What? Mike's out?" I asked.

"Not exactly. " Zoey said. "Well, yes, but not how you'd expect – science can't even begin to cover it! I mean, Mike told me about some kind of complicated science that made this happen, but I didn't understand it. Anyway, a few days ago, these people were able to kind of...split all of the personalites into different bodies. They only told me today, since they were releasing most of them."

"You're kidding!" I said.

"I'm serious!" Zoey insisted. "Come over right now!"

So I did, and it was true. Everyone except Mal was currently with Zoey. Mike himself looked a lot more relaxed, and although he looked tense when he first saw me, he soon relaxed, remembering that Mal couldn't take control of him any more. He was just plain old Mike, no longer battling a mental disorder.

Mike's other personalities looked very different outside of Mike. Chester was much more wrinkly than Mike could ever look, although he had the same voice as he did when he was in control of Mike. Svetlana was tall and thin and was in constant motion. Her voice no longer sounded like a guy trying to do a female voice. Vito refused to put a shirt on, and Manitoba still wore a fedora, but both looked different. For one thing, they looked older than Mike. Vito had a lot more muscle, and Manitoba was slightly darker, as if he'd gotten more of a tan from the Australian sun, but still. But on the whole, they still looked like a family. They all had that same tan skin as Mike, and the wild gravity-defying hair (although Vito slicked his hair down with gel and Svetlana's was longer and tied back), and they clearly had a close bond after sharing control of one person since Mike developed DID.

As for Mal...well, he wasn't in the hospital any more, since he was just one person. They'd sent him to juvie for rape, kidnap, and apparently stealing (well, did you think he paid for all those outfits?), but they'd sent him to an all-male juvie, since his past indicated that his victims were mostly female, and that hadn't changed. Apparently, ownership of him had been sold to someone who took an interest in him, and therefore decided that's where he should be.

It was actually a lot of fun to see all of Mike's personalities individually, hearing them joke around and tease each other, or argue. Chester was still pretty annoying, but for a crusty old man, he was all right. Vito was still really obnoxious, though. He took basically one look at me and said "Eh yo, you're looking pretty cute. Wanna come back to my place? I could show you a good time."

I slapped him, although only on the arm. "Get lost, I already have a boyfriend. And what 'place'? Don't you live here?"

Manitoba, on the other hand, someone known for flirting with everything that moves, witnessed me shooting Vito down and was perfectly friendly to me without being flirtatious. He did flirt with Zoey a little, but not seriously.

But whatever. I didn't care what happened now. I didn't need to fear Mal again. It was all over.

Um, Bailey...there's another story coming. The next chapter will be the last, but I will be starting on a threequel. I'm going to make this a trilogy. Anyone, feel free to come up with a good name for the series!