The last episode was just…okay, no spoilers or anything but I just wanna give them all a big hug. Joel McHale, man, Joel McHale. I give a lot of credit that the man I watched in that episode was the guy I sat through the entire Spy Kids 4 movie for (the things I watch for the actors, man). Also, I may or may not have referenced the Soup yet- the show Joel is best known for outside of Community- though I think I did with the Kardashian bit in the last chapter.

Moving on…

"Abed!" Britta met up with Abed at the kitchen table where he was eating buttered noodles. "Abed, does Shirley know about what we did?"

"I'm sure if she thought we were up to something she'd come over here and read our thoughts trying to get an answer out of us," he replied. "She probably would get one out of Troy."

"Why Troy?"

"He doesn't do well under pressure. Why'd you ask that question?"

"I got a message from Shirley," Britta handed Abed her crystal ball and Abed watched the message. "Do you think this is a ruse?"

"I think you should take her advice and take the day off. It's Saturday, people enjoy themselves on Saturday."

"What do they do?"

Abed shrugged. "I dunno; I'm not like most people."

"Okay then what do you usually do?"

"It honestly depends on what I feel like doing or what I can actually do," Abed turned his head toward the spellbook, which was resting on the coffee table in the living room. "Britta, if that spell I performed on Troy works, do you think we could perform a few other spells."

"I don't see why not. Just so long as we don't do anything to cause attention."

"Cool. Cool, cool, cool."

"Were you thinking of…oh I don't know...practical jokes?" With a small smile on his face, Abed stared of into the distance. Confused, Britta looked behind her. "What are you staring at?"

"I sense a montage is upon us."

"A what?"

"A montage: it shows what happens throughout the various stories to a song or piece of music. Usually it's added for length purposes or so they can do something they've established before getting back to the actual story."

"Who's they? What are you…why are you talking like this?"

"Don't worry, it won't affect us."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

…

In all honesty, there wasn't really anything super eventful about their day. Pierce spent his locked in a jail cell, still drunk. He constantly yelled for his freedom and loudly spoke of how he could turn everyone into various animals. The men in other cells spent their day yelling at Pierce to shut up or be quiet because trying to ignore him proved to be difficult. Of course when all the alcohol consumption caught up with him, payback made Pierce the bitch.

Dean Pelton's day consisted of buying pet supplies and toys (although some of them were for him). He also apologized for his unexpected, hard to explain absence at the community college and made up excuses on Duncan and Chang's behalves. Somehow, he also managed to squeeze in yoga. Changmatian sulked in Pelton's apartment all day plotting his revenge, Duncan Cat just lazed around the apartment trying to get used to his surroundings and animal form. At some point the human-animal hybrids went through Craig's personal stuff- they were bored and couldn't leave the house what else were they supposed to do? In addition to some pretty revealing spring break photos, they came across a shrine devoted to the dean's former neighbor. Pictures, pieces of garbage, a ripped fabric from a shirt, fan art, and an anatomically correct Craig Pelton doll lying beside an anatomically correct Jeff Winger doll. After that discovery they spent hours trying to figure out how to turn on the television without thumbs.

Shirley didn't spend her day doing things she considered fun after learning all she could about what she missed in the last three centuries and two decades. She also volunteered at a few places like the animal shelter, the homeless shelter, and little Tiffany Kelley's homemade Girl Scout cookie stand in front of the Kelley family house. While exploring, Shirley had also seen what was supposed to be a mugging, but the old woman started beating the young man with her walker until he was on the ground in a fetal position crying. That's when Shirley decided to do some more studying…some studying in self-defense. She took a few martial arts class, learned the proper way to use pepper spray and a taser, and even went to a firing range and learned how to properly use a gun (which somehow gave her a strange feeling of delight).

Britta, Troy, and Abed spent their day together. Britta taught them some little miscellaneous spells that hardly did much and didn't require potions, they each went broomstick surfing, and pulled some harmless pranks without getting caught using magic. Troy and Abed also caught Britta up on some things they felt she needed to know about the twenty-first century, made her watch the first few episodes of Inspector Spacetime, and took her to some fun places like the arcade, the movies, the mall, Best Buy, they just had a good time showing her the city of Greendale.

Jeff, however, did not take Annie to Greendale. He decided to take Annie somewhere to have fun, have food, be social, and even experience a lost childhood was…a theme park. Okay, granted it wasn't Disneyland or anything but it was good enough for Annie. Jeff's promise that everything he said would happen happened. Annie had fun, food, met some new people, learned some social queues, and yeah she seemed like a little kid. And it made Jeff happy knowing that he had made her happy. Like a good husband, he stayed with her the entire time. He rode all the rides with her (some more often than necessary), they shared a bumper car to avoid the competition of hitting each other, they ate their meals together, he won prizes for her at the games, he paid for everything, hell he even held her hair back when she threw up in the trash can after riding Speed Freak directly after a mid-afternoon snack.

And there was some sort of moment that happened as they were slowly rising to the very top of the incredibly high Demon Drop. Jeff, who refused to admit he didn't like being up so high, refused to look down instead he looked at Annie. He watched her awe as she took in all of the sights around her, a wide smile spread across her face. Then they looked at each other. The sun semi-setting gave Annie a sort of glowing aura as she stared at him with her expressive eyes and wide smile. The sudden stop caused Jeff to reach for Annie's hand. She asked if he was scared, he faked a laugh and denied he wasn't keeping up a false bravado, and she assured him it was okay to be scared and that she loved him. In that quick instant, Jeff had experienced something he had never experienced with any other person. He was truly in love. But before he could tell her he loved her back the ride immediately dropped them down a couple hundred feet at nearly ninety miles an hour. So Jeff told her he loved her once he was safely off the ride and the contents of his mid-afternoon snack in the nearest trash receptacle. And even though he had just thrown up, she kissed him anyway. There they stood in the center of the theme park lips pressed against each other, their arms wrapped around one another.

Oh yeah, Jeff Winger was in love.

…

During his evening shower back at his house, Annie frantically called Abed with Jeff's phone. "Abed, I really need to talk to you."

"Annie?" Abed wasn't the person on the other end of the line.

"Britta?"

"Oh my God, Annie I've been worried sick not knowing where you are. How are you?"

"Why are you answering Abed's phone?"

"Because it rang. Yeah, I know about phones now isn't that great? Oh my God, I just had one of the best days of my life with these guys. I gotta tell you about this prank we pulled where I disguised Troy as an old woman and Abed as a mugger. Well before Abed could do anything this actual mugger-"

"Jefftoldmehelovedme!" Annie quickly blurted out.

Britta's laughed seemed force. "What?"

"Jeff told me he loved me," Annie responded with sorrow in her tone.

"That's what I thought you said. Did he mean it when he said it?"

"I'm pretty sure he did."

"Crap in a hat."

"Britta, what do I do? Should I tell him that I'm a…you-know-what?"

"Annie, I can't make this decision for you. You're just gonna have to trust your instincts on this one."

"But what if-"

"Things have changed Annie. Abed taught me there are people accepting of witches and Jeff might be one of those people. Sure he might not be as extreme as some of them but…you get where I'm going with this, right?"

"UGH!" Annie fell back onto the bed. "It's times like this I wish my mom could help me."

"Your mother was an amazing woman. Don't forget she was friends with me and Shirley, not just Pierce. You never got to know her Annie, but you'd be proud to know you're just like her."

Annie placed her hand over her heart. "I am?"

"Yeah, you really are."

"Thank you for saying that."

"Well, I mean it. Try to think like her you know. If you were your mom and Jeff was your dad, what would you do in this situation? I don't know if this helps but-"

"Britta?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you know my father?" Annie didn't get a response right away. "Britta?"

"No, I didn't, not personally anyway. The only time I've ever seen your father was when I went into the village with Shirley."

"Did you ever see him interact with my mom?"

"Yeah," Britta let out a lovingly sigh, "you could tell they really, truly loved each other."

"I have to know; did my dad know if my mom was a witch?"

"I can't answer that Annie."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't have the answer. I mean yeah, Shirley and I spied on them when they were at home and we never once saw her use magic."

"So she didn't tell him?"

"Well, there's another possibility that she did tell him but then promised not to use witchcraft."

"Oh, right."

"Abed and Troy should be finishing up in the photo booth now. I'll talk to you again some other time."

"Okay, bye Britta."

"Bye Annie, and congratulations." Britta ended the call.

Annie sat the phone down on the bedside table and fell back onto the bed not knowing what to do now. Yes, she had wanted Jeff to fall in love with her but she didn't expect it would be this soon.

"And then I saw her face," Jeff's was now singing- yes singing- as he stepped out of the bathroom. "Now I'm a believer. Not a trace," Annie couldn't help but giggle. It wasn't that it was bad (it was tolerable at most) but it was new to her and she didn't know what to make of it. "Of doubt in my mind. I'm in love," Jeff sat down beside Annie, "Ooh," this made her laugh even louder. "My singing's not that bad is it?"

"I didn't know you sang."

"I don't. I guess being in love makes you do weird things." Jeff kissed his wife. "You okay?"

"Huh?"

"You look a little pale. Do you need an inhaler or something?"

"No! No, I'm fine. I was just thinking…"

"Hold that thought," Jeff got up and went over to his suitcase. "I was doing some thinking too."

"Oh yeah, what about?"

"About what you said about not having a place to stay and yada, yada, yada other things."

"I can stay here with you?"

"What about your friends finding you?"

"Well, I'm sure Britta is more understanding but-"

"Ah-ah-ah I don't want to take any chances with them when it concerns you. Now that I've found you I never want to lose you."

"You mean that?"

"If I didn't then why would I get you a house?" He showed Annie a paper with pictures of a two story house, the house's interior, and the front and back yards.

"You didn't?"

"A-yup!"

"How did you-"

"I've got a friend in the realtor biz who bought this house when he was divorcing his wife. For some unknown reason they got back together and he moved back in with her. He just put this house up for sale on Tuesday and I made a phone call yesterday and…I think you can figure it out from here."

"I can't believe you did this."

"You couldn't very well stay here. I mean, yeah this place is nice but this is a two-bedroom townhouse; it doesn't have much to offer. Plus there's that whole deal with your friends."

"Jeff-"

"This house is ours now, Babe. We just go into the realtor's office and sign a few things and then we can move in. We can do it all in one day if you want."

"This is just too good to be true," Annie gave him a great, big hug. "Thank you."

"It's just a house; it's not that big of a deal."

"It means a lot to me, Jeff."

"Yeah well you mean a lot to me, Annie."

"And I feel the same about you but…"

"But what?" Annie sighed and looked away. "Annie?"

"There are some things I have to tell you that I just can't."

"Don't ever feel that way. You can tell me anything; even if it's boring, girly, emotion crap I'll listen or pretend that I'm listening."

"Jeff-" Annie couldn't tell him.

"I know things are moving kind of fast for us and it's okay to be scared. I'm scared too, Hell I'm terrified. But the way I feel about you…I've never felt that way about anybody."

"I know, it's the same for me too. But it's the way I fell in love with you that's different from how you fell in love with me. I'm not saying I regret it because I'm glad I fell in love with you. The way it happened for me just felt forced and for you it wasn't."

"What are you talking about?"

"I…" Annie couldn't tell him. "…I'm tired. It's been a long day; can we go to bed?" Jeff nodded and they both got into bed.

"How bad is your secret? Did you escape a lifetime prison sentence?"

"Define prison," Annie muttered under her breath.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

"It sounded like-"

"I promise I'll tell you later. I mean, I have to tell you eventually."

"I coulda swore I hard you say-"

Annie quickly kissed him to shut him up. "Goodnight Jeff."

Jeff didn't say anything for the rest of the night.

…

Troy was awoken by some bumps in the night followed by a quiet, "Dammit!" As expected, Abed slept through this- Abed could sleep through anything. Logically, the only other person who uttered the word was Britta or a burglar.

It was Britta much to Troy's relief. He reluctantly got up to face the threat and was surprised to find her trying to escape out the window with a broom. "Britta?"

Britta looked up at Troy with surprise. "Crap."

"Britta, what's going on?"

"I have to go."

Troy's face fell. "Forever?"

"Oh no! No, not forever. There's just something I have to do back home."

"Back home in the spellbook?"

"Back home in the northeast where we lived before the spellbook. There are some things I need to find and I don't know how long it will take."

"What if Shirley comes looking for you? And what if I accidentally ruin everything with my thoughts?"

"You won't, I trust you."

"Don't trust me on this Britta."

"If she does come by don't give her the spellbook. Hide it or something. If she finds it she'll probably give it to Pierce. Who knows, maybe you and Abed could use it to your advantage."

"Can I come with you?"

"What? Why?"

"I dunno, I guess I wanna go on an adventure with you."

"Aww, that's sweet. No! No, I can't let you go. This is something I have to do by myself for Annie. As mean as it sounds, I'm just afraid you're going to hold me back."

"That does sound mean."

"I'm sorry."

"But I understand why. This is important and you have to get it done ASAP."

"I have no idea what ASAP means but I assume it means fast."

"As soon as possible."

"Right, got it."

"And Britta…"

"Yeah Troy?"

"Good luck."

"Thank you," she and Troy hugged for what seemed like a long period of time before she pulled away. "Sorry, I don't know why that was…"

"Nah! Nah, it's cool. We're cool."

"Cool," she climbed out to the fire escape and mounted her broom. Before takeoff, she turned to Troy. His reassuring nod was another reason for Britta to smile another genuinely real smile.

"Have a safe journey," Troy waved. With a quick wave back, Britta was off. "Hurry back!"

…

The sound of continuous rapping on the door would usually wake someone up but Craig Pelton was another exception. Too enamored with his dream of a shirtless Jeff riding a pink Pegasus, Pelton was unaware of Duncan Cat scratching at the front door.

Changmatian, however, was aware. "Just because have the ability to do that doesn't mean they should!"

"I have to get out of here!" Duncan lamented. "I have got to get into my office."

"Your psych office? Why?"

"I have a list of students and patients there. Some of my patients- even though I'm not at liberty to discuss who- have peculiar interests in witchcraft, the occult, and for some reason a cult devoted Fonzie from Happy Days."

"I think I might know that last kid."

"I organize the students by name and by peculiarity. Their addresses are in the school computer. I find the student, the peculiarity, the address, and I should be back to normal."

"Take me with you."

"No."

"How can you even be sure it's real witchcraft? Even if it is, it might not work. You'd need a guinea pig."

"And I do like when bad things happen to you."

"I see no reason for me not to go. I could act as your protection from other strays too. It could be like Homeward Bound, but the other dog died."

"Or got lost."

"It'd be more better if he died. That dog was old."

"Perhaps I can squeeze in a psychological session with you once this is over and Duncan with. Oh great, now I'm doing that thing!" Duncan shuddered. "I spend more time with you people than I should."

Yeah, I kinda got lazy. I wracked my brain wondering what I could put in here because I have a major plot point needed for the next chapter. In the end, I couldn't exactly put what I wanted into writing the way I hoped. So that's why there's like a montage thing.

Feel free to pick your own music if you'd like. Speaking of music, Jeff is singing part of "I'm a Believer" originally by the Monkees but it was also covered by Smash Mouth for the first Shrek movie.

Hmm, what's Britta up to?