She woke up in total darkness, the smell of dirt and polished wood filling her nose. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dark, but she quickly figured out where she was. Her mind was reeling; she remembered the man in black, the knife, Trent finding her, and then some strange white light. She also remembered there had been a lot of blood, not all of it hers. What had happened? Why had there been so much blood? And then she realized, I was dead. That guy stabbed me and I died. Trent was there, he saw me die, they all did. She began breathing faster, the shock of realization hitting her. And then she realized something else, her worst fear. Wait, she thought, I was dead, but now I'm alive, so that means, I'm buried alive! She began writhing in the casket, her breathing becoming faster, her heart rate rising, as fear began to take hold. No, no, she thought, you won't let this beat you. Come on Gwen, you conquered this fear, remember? You can get out of here if you can just figure out how to open the damn casket. She began banging against the top of the casket, but it wouldn't budge. "Damn it!" she said out loud. "How much dirt did they put on top of me?" She clawed and scraped at the lid, finally breaking through, but dirt came pouring in on top of her. Oh shit, she thought, now what am I gonna do?

Gwen struggled for several minutes, before she finally managed to free herself enough to begin climbing out of her grave. It took longer than she expected it would, but she finally managed to reach the surface. Gasping and coughing up dirt, she drew in the cool night air. She wondered how long she had been down there, figuring it had to have been at least a couple of days, maybe a week. Her lungs ached from non-use and her eyes stung from the dirt. As she crawled away from the grave, she realized, to her horror, that she was naked. Her clothing must have been eaten by bugs while she was buried. After crawling several feet, she used another headstone to pull herself to her feet. She looked down at herself and saw she was covered in dirt. The cool breeze made her shiver as she made her way out of the cemetery, intent on fining some clothes and food, before heading back to the others.

Gwen wandered around for an hour, before finally finding a bag of discarded clothes. She tore the bag open, an pulled out a pair of dirty, frayed jeans, a plain black t-shirt, some black Converse high tops, and an old army jacket. I guess this'll have to do, she thought, At least Chef will like the jacket. She also found some food, a shipment of cereal to be exact, but she hadn't eaten in so long she didn't much care what the food was, as long as she could eat it.

The following morning, Trent made his daily trek to the cemetery, this time accompanied by LeShawna and Harold. They arrived to find Gwen's grave torn apart. "Oh, God." said Trent. "Her body's gone."

"No!" said LeShawna, with a horrified look. "Who the hell would do something like this?"

"Some extremely sick fuckers, that's who." said Harold.

"No, no, NO!" shouted Trent. "I just wanted her to rest in peace. Why would someone do this? Why would they dig her up and take her body?" He descended into tears, shaking violently, rage and sorrow pouring out of him.

LeShawna knelt down next to Trent. "It's gonna be okay sugar." she said. "We'll find out who did this and we'll make them pay." She and Harold lead Trent back to the hotel.

Geoff and Bridgette greeted them, and could immediately sense something was wrong. "What happened?" Geoff asked, a concerned look on his face.

"Someone tore apart Gwen's grave." said Harold. "Her body's been taken."

"Oh, God" said Bridgette, clapping her hands to her mouth, looking just as horrified as LeShawna had.

They made there way upstairs where the told the others what had happened. "That is so not right." said Tyler, a disgusted look on his face.

"I don't understand why someone would do such a thing." said Katie, who was close to tears. Sadie nodded in agreement.

"Did it ever occur to any of you that the reason someone would tear apart a grave like that, is because they were trying to dig their way out?" asked a oddly familiar voice from the shadows.

"Who's there?" asked Heather. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm an old friend, back for another adventure." said th mysterious stranger.

"This is no time for jokes!" said D.J. "Who the hell are you? Show yourself."

After a two second pause, Gwen stepped into the light. The others stared at her, dumbfounded by what they were seeing. Was it really her, had she really come back?

"Is, is this real?" Owen asked, walking up to Gwen, and pinching her.

"Ow! Owen, I'm real." said Gwen.

Trent stared at her in wonder, his eyes slightly glazed. "G-Gwen?" he whispered. "Gwen is it really you? Are you really back?"

"Yes Trent, I'm really back." Gwen replied, advancing towards him.

"But-but, how? You were dead, I saw you die and-" Trent began, but Gwen cut him off. "I don't know how. I just woke up and-" Trent embraced her before she could finish, tears of joy streaming down his face. "Oh Gwen," he sobbed, "I missed you so much."

The others stood in silence, watching the joyful reunion, many of them crying as well. The shock of having Gwen back pushed every thing else aside, even their sorrow for Noah. In the midst of the reunion, Chris made a call to the hospital to let Duncan, Courtney, and Izzy know the good news. Gwen finally pulled herself away from Trent and asked, "So how long was I gone?"

"A little over a month." said Cody, a slight bit of sorrow mixed in with his joy. Gwen noticed this and asked, "What's wrong Cody, why the long face?"

"You're not the only one we lost." Cody replied, sadly.

"What? Who else is gone?" asked Gwen, with a puzzled look.

"Noah was shot a few days after you died." replied Cody.

"Oh God." said Gwen, looking at Eva. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could have been there."

"It's not your fault Gwen." Eva replied. "There was nothing you could have done. We were ambushed and I managed to take them down, but I wasn't fast enough. I just wasn't-" she stopped, the memory of that day still too painful for her.

After hearing this, Gwen turned to face them all, her eyes blazing with fury. "Alright." she said, in a commanding voice. "We know this threat is real. We know Dorian is serious about killing us. I now know what that feels like. We have lost too much to this bastard already, but now it's his turn. We are going to make him taste his own blood, we are going to throw him into the fires of hell, and we are going to make him understand the true meaning of pain."

A/N: Okay, yes I brought Gwen back from the dead, but I did warn you this was going to get weird, didn't I? If you want to know how she came back check back in a few days to find out, I'll reveal in a few chapters.