Paying close attention to what others were doing wasn't Jeff's usual style, and he couldn't do something simple like spend more one-on-one time with Annie, without making her hide whatever was happening to her. In any case, Jeff still worked out a game plan by the end of Monday night.

He would pay close attention to Annie whenever they were together, but hire some pinch hitters to check on her when they were apart. He would bribe a student from each of Annie's other classes to observe her, and report to Jeff at the end of the day. He would up asking only women, since they were more gossipy than boys. It made sense.

Jeff started observing Annie on Tuesday morning, and was sad to see that she didn't look any better than she did the day before. She just wasn't herself, and her mood wasn't helped by the group's incessant attempts to 'rehabilitate' her. Even when they tried to talk about things other than Annie, she barely spoke to them.

Jeff just hoped that his spies in her other classes would catch her in a better mood. Unfortunately, when the group reconvened for lunch, Annie looked and acted about the same. In fact, she seemed to be even more tense by the end of it.

Since Annie and the rest of the group weren't on good terms right now, everyone went their separate ways after their afternoon study session and didn't even bother to meet after school. This actually benefited Jeff, since he could sneak away and get his reports from his network of spies.

When Jeff heard from everyone, he went straight home to write it all down before he forgot. Once he had a timeline of everything Annie did that day, he studied it to try and find a pattern. But neither he nor anyone else saw Annie do anything that could explain her behavior – yet Jeff needed a few more days to observe her Greendale routine, just to be sure.

He got through Wednesday without any trouble, as Annie and the group were still too distracted to notice his activities. Yet by the end of school on Thursday, Jeff was becoming deflated. No matter what he found out about Annie's activities, nothing told him what was going on.

Besides spending more time in the library, away from the group, she was doing the same things she always did. She was just acting worse in the process – and probably not because of her strained relationship with the group.

Jeff was surprised the group hadn't confronted her again by now. The situation probably called for it. Yet for the moment, Jeff was relieved they hadn't screwed this up any further. But it did no good if he couldn't figure out what he was missing.

It wasn't like he watched Annie any less closely. Whenever they were together, he glanced at her every chance he got. He saw every little twitch, movement and speed reading tactic she had. He saw how she seemed testy in the morning study sessions, but was more focused – and worse, in some ways – at lunch and in the afternoon.

Wait a minute.

Once Jeff realized that trend at the end of Thursday's afternoon session, he left as quickly as possible to sort the rest out. He walked through the halls on autopilot, thinking deeply about every single school day over the last two weeks. He remembered this week's days more vividly, since he wrote every detail about them, but now he had to go through last week completely by memory.

Every memory he had seemed to back up his new theory. He could clearly remember how Annie acted different in the morning than she did in the afternoon. It wasn't a gigantic change, but one that someone could pick up if they watched her close enough – like Jeff had done.

If Annie was doing something to enhance her focus, then she had to be doing it around lunch time. When Jeff's spies gave him their reports that afternoon, they seemed to confirm his suspicions. Yet Jeff's mind continued to wander as his spies kept talking.

If this was happening at lunch time, he should have noticed it since he could watch her then. But the group always met up right after their last pre-lunch class ended – and Jeff had had his spies watch Annie as she went to the cafeteria every day. There was no way she could have popped pills at that time without someone noticing her.

"So you're sure she didn't take anything between your class and the cafeteria?" Jeff asked, seeking assurance.

"Not a chance," said Gillian. "Although she was pounding back her coffee pretty hard. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was spiked."

Jeff's head shot up at that.

Gillian was right. Annie had been drinking coffee non-stop. How had he missed it?

Annie had stated clearly to Jeff that she wasn't taking Adderall, and he believed her. But if the only thing she was consuming in the morning was coffee, then…

Someone was drugging her every morning for the past two weeks.

"Shit!" Jeff suddenly called. Of course, Gillian, Alison, Yvette, Megan, Amy, Jenna and Tina were puzzled to have their reports interrupted like that.

Jeff apologized and told them to continue, but he soon went back to barely listening. He was too busy wondering which cafeteria workers he'd have to frame for unspeakable crimes. Yet before he imagined them being tortured by a Whitney marathon, his rational mind barged back in.

Ever since Annie started her new major, she drank a special blend of coffee during her morning classes to help her focus. It didn't make her act any different during the last semester, so no one thought it had anything to do with her current behavior. However, the cafeteria workers made that special cup every morning because they liked her so much that it would be ready for her.

That gave some criminal mastermind enough time to sneak in, put some ground up pills in Annie's coffee, sneak away and watch her drink the Adderall all down.

She was probably getting more and more ground up pills with every mug full. And it'd keep going until she inevitably.…

"Son of a bitch!" Jeff blurted out. He then noticed his now-useless staff and informed them in no uncertain terms, "Show's over. You're all fired."

He had to go home and write down everything he figured out, before he forgot even one detail. Combine it with his notes so far, and it'd have to be the report of his life. It had to be nothing less than a full, complete timeline of the last two weeks before Jeff could show it to the police, Annie, or anyone else.

Maybe it'd give him more clues to figure out the culprit as well. Then he could save the police and Annie the trouble of putting him/her in a coma.

Later that afternoon, long after Jeff had disappeared from campus to work on his report, Troy, Britta and Abed were waiting around in the study room, while Pierce and Shirley went to lure Annie there by themselves. After a few minutes, they returned with her, and she looked….far from her best.

"So they told me you wanted to apologize?" Annie expected.

"That's right, Annie. We're sorry that we didn't do this sooner," Troy set up.

"Annie, we're all here for you," Britta started. "We're going to give you the help you need, without the help of corporate doctors or reality shows. First everyone will tell you how your Adderall addiction has affected them, and then the healing can begin."

"Ah, going for a traditional opening instead of a Celebrity Rehab tactic. It would have been nice to know that before my overnight Celebrity Rehab marathon, but that's okay," Abed commented.

Before Britta or Abed could get off topic with a rehab reality tv rant, Annie got them back on course – albeit furiously. "Are you serious? Are you interventioning me?" she asked. "For a problem I don't even have?!"

"Yes you do! We all know it, why don't you?" Shirley questioned. "Maybe when I repeat it at the end of my speech, you'll get the message!"

"I thought we agreed this was too important for teasers. You could have at least said Spoiler Alert first," Abed pointed out.

"All right, Spoiler Alert, we cure Annie! Sorry to drain the suspense for you, okay?" Shirley bit back.

"As long as you're being sincere. We're on shaky enough narrative ground as it is, you know," Abed warned.

"Are you kidding?!" Annie threw her somewhat shaky hands up. "This is my pointless intervention? Britta, did you make this up just to get psych credits?!" But before Britta could answer, Annie turned to Troy. "No wait, I remember. This is still all your doing, isn't it?"

"It's not all me just because I got the idea! Give them some credit too!" Troy argued.

"Oh, I will. But not before I ask you why the hell you care!" Annie lashed out. "Why are you hoping so much that I am on Adderall? Shouldn't you be obsessed with your actual girlfriend?! Or haven't you made her jealous enough?!"

"Hey! My dumb jealousy and Madison Avenue's culpability isn't the issue!" Britta jumped in.

"No, the issue is that your boyfriend is nuts! Making up these lies about me, just so he can play the hero! Well, you're five years way too late, pal!" Annie assured. "Besides, I'm not Inspector Spacetime or Abed or butt stuff, so why would you even think about me?!"

"Because I'm not gonna be too late this time to help you!" Troy promised.

"Not a mispronounced word or an Abed reference in there. Can you be any more out of character?" Annie taunted. "And you're being this….well, not you….just to make up lies about me! And you made them believe it too! But if you all really cared about me and knew me, you wouldn't believe them, so what does that say?!"

"I know one of the Celebrity Rehab Season 4 episodes has the answer. They're all such an awful blur, though," Abed thought over.

"You're awful blurs!" Annie declared. "You….you all think I'm nothing but a weak, pill popping girl. You buttered me up for years, and you show your true colors now?! How could you string me along like that? I thought this place was different…..I thought you were different!"

Annie began to get dizzy from her ramblings and her condition. What's more, the memories of the past were beginning to kick in – quite vividly. "You're all against me…..you made me think people could like me, and then you do this! You're all against me…." she repeated.

The others didn't know quite how to approach her, as she bent down and seemed ready to throw up. However, Annie lifted her head back up, and then got more bug eyed than ever.

"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" Annie screamed. she yelled at the group. "Stay back! Your lies won't work on me!" For once, everyone was just as confused as Pierce was.

"Annie….do you need to sit down?" Shirley carefully asked.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd all like it!" Annie figured. "Because you're all liars! Every one of you!"

After recognizing the first time he'd heard Annie go off like this – only with robots involved – Troy looked back at the glass windows by instinct. But Annie caught him in the act. "Oh no, I'm not falling for that again! Not when I can take you down right now!"

In a mad dash in more ways than one, Annie charged at Troy and tackled him to the ground. She tried to get her hands around his neck as Troy struggled and the others were stunned in shock – or fear. "Annie, don't! This doesn't feel so good on dry land!" Troy rasped out.

"Shut up, you're not lying to me anymore! I won't let you!" Annie cried out while struggling to get Troy around his neck.

She had to do something, or else this cult of brainwashing liars could destroy her like those robots in high school. They forced her out of the Ivy League and into rehab where everyone else abandoned her….even her mom because she….she….

Because Annie wanted to get help for a problem her mom didn't want to address.

The problem of her Adderall addiction. Even though it….it….

It made her see the robots. And nothing like that had happened ever since, until now.

But wasn't there something about those robots not being real? They made her run into a glass window, but they….

Those robots weren't real. And if they weren't real, then maybe this wasn't real either. Which meant….

All of a sudden, this cult leader didn't seem like an evil mastermind. He looked like Troy. A scared, pinned to the floor, crying a little less than usual Troy.

And those people around her weren't evil either. They were Annie's scared friends.

The friends who betrayed her and thought she could take Adderall again! Even though…. she just acted exactly like her old addict self.

She insisted she couldn't possibly be that weak again. And yet she just acted out worse than she did even then. She didn't even have friends to lash out at and attack back then….and she just did it to them now.

Once that sunk in, Annie yelled and crawled backwards away from Troy. The others backed off from her, probably too scared to even look at her. Because they saw just how insane she really was.

Was. As in not insane anymore. But….but what was this if not insane?

It was a repeat of five years ago, is what it was. And Annie knew how the rest of it was supposed to play out.

"You're gonna run away from me, aren't you?" she squeaked out quietly. "You're gonna be embarrassed by me, you're gonna act like I never existed….and you're gonna be ashamed you ever knew me…." she began to tear up.

"Nah, come on!" Britta tried to be too light. "If we kicked people out for meltdowns, there'd be no one left to kick! Granted, this was a special meltdown, but not that special!"

"What she's trying to say…." Shirley warned Britta off with a look before going back to Annie. "She's trying to say we're not gonna do any of that. Not ever."

"But you think….and you saw me…." Annie whispered.

"You think because we think you're on pills, we'd stop liking you?" Pierce spoke out. "How would you all love me if we lived like that?"

"And we do actually love you," Shirley backed up. "We love you so much, we've been worried sick about you!"

"I endured Dr. Drew and Gary Busey so I could help craft your intervention," Abed reminded. "I don't know if I could sit through Hoarders, if that's your next addiction. But I'd at least think about it."

"The point is, we haven't lost any respect for you. We'll do anything to help you, Annie, and we're not going to stop until we do. That's how much we need healthy you," Britta chose the right words for once.

Troy then finally spoke through his sniffles and capped off, "Yeah, I mean you're….well….you're our Annie…."

Every one of them looked at Annie with the kind of love, support and faith that she just wasn't used to. They were the looks she'd starved for back at high school and rehab. They were the looks that her own mother couldn't even muster. They told her that no matter how crazy, embarrassing and awful Annie had been, she could still be loved.

They could believe the worst about her and still love her.

How could she be awful enough to doubt that?

As it all came crashing down on her, all Annie could get out was a quiet "I'm sorry…." before the tears came down.

Shirley was the first to kneel down and hug her. Annie felt some of the others join in and make it a group hug, but she couldn't tell where they were. Her face was buried into Shirley's arm and crying all over her clothes, as her pain, insecurities, regret – and the overdue realization that something was really wrong with her – filled her entire body.

She felt more than two soothing hands rub her back and head, although she couldn't hear any encouragement over her sobs. Eventually, Annie quieted down enough that she could put herself back together.

Now that reality had set in and she had some actual moments of clarity, she began to feel like a human being again. And the bare minimum that a human could do was get up on her own two feet.

Annie gently broke away from Shirley and the others, then got to her feet and looked through her purse. She found some tissues to wipe her tears away, then got out a mirror – and for the first time in days, she took a real look at herself.

Without anything to distract her, she could finally see how worn out her face really was. There was no life in Annie's face, or at least not the kind she wanted to show. And she knew this wasn't just because of the last several minutes.

In fact, she knew damn well that her face hadn't looked like this in five years – or at least she could admit it to herself now. "What the hell is happening to me?" Annie asked to herself.

"Wait, you still haven't figured it out yet?" Pierce wondered. "We hugged it out and you're still in denial? Ari Gold lied to us!"

Instead of being offended, Annie laughed at Pierce's slightly less old than usual references. But she got serious again and voiced, "I know how this looks now. But I promise you, I'm not on Adderall. I mean….I'm not going out and getting those pills again. I know I'm not…."

"We want to believe you so much, pumpkin. But everything you've done…." Shirley couldn't finish.

"I know that now, I do!" Annie repeated. "But I swear to you, I'm not doing this to myself! I gave up so much so I wouldn't do it again!" Instead of then accusing them of not respecting her again, she put more thought into it.

"We're good now, we really are!" Annie reassured. "But you still think I let myself take pills. I know I'd never do that on purpose, and I didn't. If you don't believe me….then you can't really help me."

"If we had anything else to go on, we would!" Britta promised. "But the evidence is too strong, even you know that now! Who else would ignore it?"

No one in this room other than Annie was ignoring it. But there was someone else who wasn't in the room. For the first time, Annie realized that there was one person missing – the only one who showed anything resembling faith in her. If that was still true….

"I need to see Jeff," Annie declared. "I need to see him now."

"Oh, you want to see the guy who actually doesn't care?" Britta asked. "He didn't care enough to help us all week, and he's clearly gone home right now!"

"Then that's where I'll find him," Annie announced.

"You can't drive there, not on your pills! Now if you'd gone with Xanax, we could talk!" Pierce pointed out.

"I'll take the bus and walk, okay?" Annie filled in, then got her things together to leave. "Don't tell him I'm coming. I need to ask him something, and he can't have time to soften up the truth. No matter what it is."

The group was in silence for several seconds after Annie left. They still didn't speak when they all took their phones and tried to call Jeff, despite Annie's warning.

But they were truly speechless when they dialed his cell phone number – and it went straight to voice mail. Jeff Winger's phone was actually turned off.

Even Celebrity Rehab couldn't work miracles like that.