Hello to all my loyal readers!! Thank you SOOO much for being patient with me taking so long to post another chapter. Just an fyi to anyone who didn't already know: DOLLHOUSE HAS BENN CANCELLED!!!!!! I've been trying to contact fox channel about bringing it back, but with no luck. I need your help. Try to find any way you can of making them hear us. Tell your family and friends. Please, try to get as many people as you can involve. (But please keep it legal. :) ) Mail letters, send email, post about dollhouse wherever you can. I have a feeling that the reason dollhouse is being cancelled is that no one was watching it. And the reason for that?? THEY NEVER ADVERTISED IT!!! I never ONCE saw a commercial for the show!!! Anyway, enough of me ranting like a crazy person lol. A New Spin On Things: Chapter six… Oh, and by the way, I will pretend the second season of dollhouse doesn't exist, because I don't like the "epitaph" plot.

I watched the youngest flock member stroll gracefully down the hall, hands clasped behind her back. She glanced at each of the gold numbers on the apartment doors she passed.

"Angel, are we-"

"No, Fang. For the sixth time, WE ARE NOT THERE YET!!!"

"Well, could we at least-"

Angel turned and faced Fang, her blue eyes looking devilish. "If you tell me to walk faster one more time, I WILL RIP YOUR LIMBS OFF!!!!!!"

I was taken aback. This seemed an astonishingly gruesome thought for a six year old. Then again, Fang was getting annoying, asking "Are we there yet??" every time we turned a corner. But then again, she is six. On the other hand, none of us have gotten much sleep lately. And lack of sleep always made Angel cranky. I thought back to when she pinned Iggy to a wall, because he… I don't even remember what he did.

Then, Angel started walking forward once more. She stopped in front of apartment 204. "This is it. Happy now Fang?"

"…"

Angel raised her petite hand, and knocked daintily on the door. A dark-haired girl answered. She looked about Nudge's age. "Can I help you?" she inquired sweetly.

"Hello Caroline," Angel responded with a smile. "I'm angel. And these are Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, and Gazzy." She pointed to each of us as she introduced everyone. "We can help you stop the Dollhouse."

The girl – Caroline, apparently – seemed shocked. "Are you looking for Ballard? Because, I can get him if u want."

"That would be nice. And, can we come in?"

"Uh… sure, I guess…" Caroline let us in, then went across the hall, knocking on another apartment's door. "Ballard, there are people who want to see you!" she yelled, as a middle-aged man appeared in the doorway.

"You don't have to shout, Caroline. I'm coming."

"I know, but they say they can help with the dollhouse!"

At that, Ballard rushed over. I think he was a little, ok, a LOT confused to see a bunch of grungy-looking kids sitting in his living room. Angel, who apparently became our unofficial people-person, stood up.

"Hi agent Ballard. I'm Angel…"

"Is this a joke? You guys are just kids!"

"I know that, but we have information that can help you find Caroline, and put a stop to Rossum."

Ballard still looked suspicious. "And, what? You guys expect me to pay you, or something?"

"No, nothing like that. Believe it or not, we have similar goals. We want Rossum to be taken down as much as you do. And I guarantee, you're going to need our help later on. At least, according to the author of this story, you will."

Even I was confused. Who the hell was Rossum? It seemed like the only one in the room who knew what was going on was Angel. Which was pathetic when you think about it, because she was the youngest in the room!

Just then, a brown haired boy walked into the small apartment, holding a stack of papers, looking disappointedly at them.

"Wally! Any luck?" Caroline hopped up to greet him.

Wally shook his head. "This is worse than looking for a needle in a haystack. I give up."

"No! Don't give up now! Now we might actually have something!" Caroline protested. That's when the boy noticed all of us. I think he thought it was a joke as well, judging by the expression on his face.

For several minutes, there was an awkward silence.

It seemed like Wally's presence created the awkwardness.

Seriously, it was awkward.

Just like these one-sentence paragraphs.

I think I've expressed the awkwardness enough.

Right when I thought things couldn't get more awkward, the only "person" I know of that could make a more awkward situation decided to show up.

Max, I heard the Voice in my head say.

Hello Voice. I thought back. Let me guess, I'm going to get another fortune cookie, minus the cookie?

The answer to all is right above your nose…

"Thanks," I thought I thought sarcastically. "I assume you aren't going to explain that?" Everyone stared at me, as though I were an alien.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?" I whispered to Fang. He nodded, trying not to laugh at me.

"So what does the almighty Voice tell us to do?" Fang questioned, hints of mockery in his tone.

I stared at the ceiling. "I have no idea. Something about above my nose…"

Once again, know-it-all Angel was the one who came up with the ideas. "Ballard?" she wondered. "How long has that apartment on the fourth floor been abandoned?"

"I'm not sure… As long as I've lived here, which has been about seven years. Apparently, the woman who was there disappeared a while ago. I've never checked it out or anything, though."

"No better time than the present." Angel commented boldly.

Wally didn't know why, but he felt the need to believe the little blonde girl, Angel. Maybe he was desperate for some clue as to his mother's whereabouts. Maybe he was slowly going insane (which is not only possible, but highly likely).

"Is this legal?" Wally asked, as he watched Iggy pick the lock of apartment 404. Not surprisingly, nobody answered the question.

When the door was unlocked, Wally was stunned. It was almost exactly as he pictured. A few things had been scattered, and there was a thick layer of dust over everything, but it was the same as in his dream.

As he gazed around the central room, his eyes fell on something on the floor: a long-forgotten passport. Wally Bent down to pick it up, opened it, and read the name of the owner.

"Caroline Lehane. It's her," Wally said softly.

That's all I'm going to write for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it :) It's now 12:15, I'm tired, and I think this is a good stopping point. Anyway please please please please please please review, and PLEASE help save dollhouse! I can't do it alone!!