Author's Note: I'll put the votes for each couple to the right of their names, and an "X" for them being voted off on the left.

X-Izzy and Owen-3

-Heather and Justin-24

X-Lindsay and Tyler-0

X-LeShawna and Harold-4

X-Beth and Cody-4

X-Eva and Ezekiel-0

-Bridgette and Geoff-23

-Gwen and Trent-69

-Courtney and Duncan-94

X-Sadie and DJ-2

-Katie and Noah-30

Bridgette wakes up. She yawns and kisses Geoff's cheek. Bridgette is laying in Geoff's lap. She looks down. Apparently, she's also wearing his pink shirt, although she didn't remember putting it on.

Geoff stretches, yawns, and kisses Bridgette. "Morning," he says.

"Morning," Bridgette replies, smiling. The rest of the couples were starting to wake up, too.

"Did I put this on before I went to sleep?" Bridgette asks, referring to Geoff's pink shirt. He chuckles.

"Naw. I put it on you after you were asleep. Like, in the middle of the night I think," Geoff says.

"Why?" Bridgette asks, blushing.

"Well, you were shivering. And I wasn't, so… I figured you would want it," Geoff says, shrugging. Bridgette smiles and wraps her arms around Geoff's next.

"Well, Geoff, that was very nice of you," Bridgette whispers.

They kiss.


Everybody pretty much wasted most of the day. They talked, made out, and walked around the carnival. Nobody had to worry about any attacks because the high-pitched girl had ordered the clowns not to. Everybody was sitting in a circle when the conversation turned serious.

"So, who's going to be the one to fight the girl with the high-pitched voice?" Trent asks, holding Gwen in his lap. Nobody had said anything about that the whole day. There was an awkward silence.

"Well, if it's a girl… I think I could, if nobody else wanted to," Bridgette offers. Geoff's eyes went wide.

"I don't know, babe. Since she has all this power over the clowns, she must be pretty strong, right? And I don't wanna risk… uh, have to risk… having, um…" Geoff trails off. Bridgette looks down at her hands. Everybody knows what he was going to say. He didn't want Bridgette to die. Not like she wanted him to die, either.

"So what we're saying is that this person has to be, like, super strong," Gwen explains. Everybody's gaze shifts over to Duncan.

Courtney rushes to say something. "Listen, Duncan's arm is hurt. He can't fight!"

"Courtney, I can fight," he defends himself.

"Yeah, but can you still fight well? You hurt your right arm. You're right-handed. How easy is it going to be to fight, then?" Courtney asks. Duncan is silent. Everybody is silent.

"I could still do it," Bridgette says quietly.

"No," Geoff says simply, with a slight shake of his head. Bridgette huffs.

"How about me?" Trent volunteers. Gwen gasps.

"Trent…" she begins to complain.

"I think Trent could do it," Duncan says.

"Me too," Bridgette agrees. Gwen looks at her as if to say 'You're not helping.' Bridgette shrugs and looks at her hands.

"Alright. It's settled," Trent agrees, "I'll go fight that little girl at 8." Everybody was quiet. Nobody said anything when Gwen dragged Trent off. Gwen and Trent started making out behind a tent. Every now and then Gwen would cry a couple tears. Even though she didn't say anything, the message was pretty clear.


They were all walking towards the carousel.

"Good luck," Gwen whispers, kissing Trent on the cheek. Her eyes were starting to water again. He nods and kisses her back. Then he walks through the cast-iron gate to the carousel.

Trent leans against a rusting rabbit with a top hat. He waits.

The carousel jolts to life, and starts going around. Trent grabs the shiny gold pole for balance. The couples hear a high-pitched giggle.

"Ready, Trent?" the voice asks. But nobody could see her.

Then a shape rises out from behind a paint-chipping bear with a tuxedo.

It was a girl. No, not a girl. A doll. Yes, a doll. It was only 2 feet tall, with curly blonde hair down to the backs of her knees. The ends of her hair was dried with… rust-colored blood. The porcelain doll was dressed in a sky blue dress that matched her eyes. A white apron was tied around her thin waist. The paint on the doll was chipping; there were scratches all over her face. When she talked, her mouth didn't open. Her hot pink lips just smiled, frowned, or changed shape.

"I said, ready, Trent?" she repeats, a cruel smile on her face.

"Better now than never," Trent replies, getting in a defensive stance. The doll's smile broadens, and the doll disappears.

Trent cries out in pain and falls to the floor of the spinning carousel. "Trent!" Gwen shouts. The carousel spins, and he is blocked from the campers' view. But then it slowly rotates so they can see Trent again. He is on the ground, flinching. What was attacking him?

Trent stops flinching and the doll reappears on the rabbit above him. Trent is groaning.

"This is your toughest member? He can't even defend himself!" the doll exclaims. There is just a blur as the doll pounces, hits Trent, and jumps back on the rabbit.

"She's too fast," Courtney mumbles.

A rock hit's the doll as she's standing on the rabbit. "Ow!" she cries out. The doll was holding a pale hand to her injury. She removes her hand, and the campers see a big crack in her porcelain side. She looks up and locks eyes with Duncan, who is holding a handful of those rocks.

"You," she says menacingly to Duncan. By now, all the campers had rocks. They started pelting the doll. She winced as the rocks left cracks on her body, but then there was a blur and she was gone.

Rock raised in the air, Gwen pauses and waits for the doll to show herself again. She does.

Duncan is on the ground, tackled, and the doll is grabbing Duncan's next. Courtney screams and lunges for the doll, but it swings and slaps Courtney's face -- hard. Courtney flies back and holds her cheek. Duncan rolls over on top of the doll and holds it down. The doll kicks Duncan off it.

Geoff runs up to the doll and hooks his arm around it's neck. The doll grabs Geoff's arm and flips him over her. Meanwhile, Trent sneaks up behind the doll and tackles it. With the doll's face pressed into the ground, Trent puts his hands on it's head.

"You said this was one-on-one," Trent growls in the doll's ear. The doll starts to say something when Trent twists his hand and yanks the doll's head off. He chucks the head at a wooden booth and the porcelain explodes.

Terror Tickets fall from the sky. They smile at the victory, but have other things to worry about. Courtney is kneeling by Duncan, who is rubbing his throat. Gwen is curled up by Trent, who is lifting his shirt and assessing his injuries. Bridgette is rubbing Geoff's sore back.

"We better find Noah, Katie, Heather, and Justin so we can get out of here, right?" Duncan finally says.