A/N: So there you go, this one was a quick update. Sora Yogami: puedes escribirme en la lengua que prefieras, pero en inglés es más divertido ;). I'll answer in English so everybody can understand!

"We knew the blow was gonna come."

Emily repeated the statement, her voice a little calmer now that Spencer was calling her from her own room at home.

Spencer didn't say anything. They'd cleaned up the mess in the street and inside her car and now they were all staying at her house. She'd already searched for her hockey stick. It wasn't there. A had stolen it, most probably.

The night was warm and starry outside the window. Spencer leaned her forehead against it while she contemplated the Di Laurentiis' house in the distance. So much for warm, starry summer nights when they could, more or less, forget about A's existence while they drove somewhere to have normal, easy dates. So much for black-night eyes, for darker-than-holes, eating, absorbing Emily eyes in Texas, for remembering, for expecting, for planning, for searching for beds and solitary corners and direct-in-the-eye conversations. So much for everything they actually cared about and loved. They'd been taking a break and they knew it. And A knew it. Now they were back in the game. She took a deep sigh, feeling exhausted again.

"Yeah, I know", she finally said. She'd already said it before.

There was a silence on the other end of the line. Spencer could hear Emily's breathy body through the phone, which made her physical absence more painful. In a way she was thankful she wasn't here. At least she was safe over there. But, at the same time, feeling her so close on the phone made it more difficult. Sometimes she just preferred not to have any contact. Not that she could actually make it without contact. She needed at least that little bit of contact. But just hearing her voice or her sharp, anxious breathing on the phone gave her a deeper sense of loneliness, because she wasn't here. She wasn't, even if she could hear her metallic, slightly distorted little voice through the phone.

"I'm getting a flight back tomorrow."

It was as if Emily had understood everything that was going through her mind. But Spencer had already planned and calculated that outcome. She'd had time while they cleaned and came back to her place to have something to eat and talk about what had happened.

"No way. You're staying there", Spencer firmly warned. "You have to stay there."

"I said I'm flying back tomorrow", Emily insisted. Whenever she spoke like that, her usually calm, smooth girly voice sounded a little hoarse. Now she also sounded strained. The effects of the Rosewoodian tornado had reached Texas. "My parents will understand."

"No, they won't understand because you can't tell them the truth", Spencer argued. She'd already thought about this and she was determined to keep Emily from coming back to Rosewood before the official date of her return. "And what are you gonna say? That I'm having a teenage crisis? I don't want them blaming me for this."

She heard Emily breathe deeply.

"They won't blame you, they'll blame me", Emily tried, knowing all too well it wouldn't exactly be like that. Their parents were already having a hard time with her short summer stay, and they only half believed Emily was doing it so she wouldn't miss any of her swim training. "I have to go back, Spencer. I can't let you guys handle this by yourselves."

Spencer was sure Emily was talking about all of them partly because she felt responsible for the others and partly to try to conceal her real concern, which was Spencer and the possibility of her imprisonment. But she had this part of the conversation already figured out. She wasn't letting her come back before the official date unless something really big happened. It was only five more days. There was time until the court hearing too. It was all right.

"You can", she assured. "We're all good. It's only five more days."

"You don't sound like you're so good", Emily responded. "You know I can do whatever I wanna do, right? You can't stop me."

"I can't, but your parents can", Spencer argued back. "And I swear if you come here I'll personally get you back there to spend the rest of the week with them."

Emily gave a sigh. A deep, helpless sigh of surrender. She was probably having a really hard time there. But at least she was safe in Texas.

"Em, it's just five days. We'll be fine. Nothing big happened."

It was half a lie, half the truth. Nothing big had happened. Something big could happen. But she had to stay there with her parents. In actuality, the best thing for her would be to stay there forever and not come back to Rosewood at all, although that left Spencer livid whenever she thought about it.

Anyway it wasn't her call. It was Emily's call, and her parents' call. And A's call, in a way, in a totally twisted and wicked way. A had said he/she/it wanted Emily in Rosewood. However, Spencer refused to think of A as an ally in this case. Especially since his/her/its more obvious intention was to bring them down.

"You have to promise me you're not gonna do anything stupid again."

"I didn't do anything stupid."

"Spencer. You have to promise me that."

This time it was Spencer who sighed. She had another little excursion planned to the Di Laurentiis' for the night. Before the day broke, and probably right after she hanged up on Emily, they had to go back for a second. But she couldn't tell Emily about that or she'd probably fly back in a craze of anger and anxiety the moment after. She'd even hitchhike a ride back or run all the way to Rosewood if she was worried enough. Emily could be so stern sometimes.

"I'll try."

She opted for a vague answer, too afraid to lie but also to tell the truth.

"You'll try?" Emily's voice high-pitched again like it'd high-pitched when Spencer had first told her about their adventure tonight. "No, you don't try. You do. If you want me to stay here then you don't get to come out of your house to do any other crazy thing against A."

She, indeed, had a temper. And not only when she was drunk and heartbroken or when she had to confront Jenna.

"It's not against A", Spencer tried to explain. "It's just to get a couple of things we forgot at Jason's when we ran out to see Han."

"You forgot what?"

She sounded scared again. Damn. Spencer was hoping to avoid that conversation, but she guessed she wasn't handling this part of the information so well.

"The box. And the cookie."

Yes, it did sound weird. Spencer was well aware of it. Even ridiculous. But she'd talked to Aria and Aria seemed to agree that they should get those two "clues" back in their hands to investigate them. They had left them in the house when they'd run to save Hanna.

"The cookie?"

Now Emily didn't sound scared. She'd probably thought they'd left something incriminating in the house when she told her that they had to go back.

The mention of the cookie just startled and perhaps scandalized her a little. That was what Spencer heard in her voice, anyway.

Spencer cleared her throat to prepare the explanation.

"I just thought maybe we can trace the box back to someone. I mean, we took for granted that it was Jason's, but it had the pictures inside so maybe whoever took it left some other sign. We left in such a rush that I can't really remember", she explained, knowing it all sounded crazy. Now came the best part of it all. "And we could try to find some DNA in the cookie. Perhaps. If we're lucky."

She was sounding as a character from a CSI franchise show. A really stupid one. It was a really, really long shot. But – it was their only chance. They couldn't get much out of the photos. Ali's one had been Ali's and could have easily gone to Jason. The picture with Maya was irrelevant; it'd already been around long enough. And her picture had been stolen along with her hockey stick.

"Oh, so you keep now a DNA kit at home?"

She heard distinctive sarcasm, of the kind Emily wasn't so prone to offer. Lately she was becoming more confident, though, also in the sarcastic department. Spencer would have felt proud if it weren't because it was usually directed at her.

"No." Spencer cleared her throat again and unconsciously chew on her lower lip. This part was going to be more difficult. "I know it sounds absurd, but if we could just figure out who bit that freaking cookie, and maybe it wasn't Jason after all, we could at least have some kind of idea…"

"Are you listening to yourself? You're talking about a cookie! It's not gonna work." Spencer separated the phone from her ear a little. She was almost regretting the day she'd told Emily that she was obliged to tell her everything that came to her mind, in whatever tone of voice was necessary. "How are you even gonna do it?"

"I'm gonna take it to the hospital."

"For a check-up?"

More sarcasm.

"To Wren." There came a silence on the other end. A startled silence. "He can try to run some DNA tests on it. Or so I figure."

The only answer was more of the same startled silence.

She heard her breathe on the line, though. She was probably trying to think of what she was going to say now. Spencer could almost listen to the different cogs that were moving inside of Emily's head, all her neuronal connections suddenly illuminating her brain while she tried to shut down certain answers and to verbalize the ones that she considered more appropriate. It had been a while since she actually bit her tongue before speaking to her.

They hadn't really discussed Wren after they started dating. It hadn't really been necessary. But he was obviously not Emily's favourite guy.

"Wren."

That was what Emily finally managed to utter, a mere confirmation of the name. She'd gone from a startled silence to a startled voice now. It was a great leap.

"Yes, Wren. He's the only person I can ask such a weird favour to."

"You're gonna take the cookie to Wren."

Another confirmation of the plan with the name followed, sarcasm and surprise mixed in the voice now. There was also a trace of something else. She was probably trying to repress it, but Spencer could certainly hear it even through Emily's effort to hide it.

"Em, nothing's gonna happen. It's all right."

She didn't really know what she was talking about now. A, the possibility of going to jail or Wren. Or the next midnight excursion to get the cookie.

"It's not all right", she fought back angrily. "Hanna almost got killed tonight, you're probably going to jail in two weeks and now you're telling me you're going back to that house to get a cookie so you can take it to Wren to run some stupid DNA tests that will only prove that Jason ate it? It's not all right, Spencer, and you're obviously losing your mind without me there to take the weirdest ideas out of it."

That bad temper again. She'd find it hot, but it wasn't the moment.

"Hanna didn't almost get killed", Spencer tried to reason. "She's all right. And I'm not going to jail". Possibly. Maybe. Luckily. "And I know it sounds stupid but right now it's my only shot. That and the box."

"It's not gonna work!", Emily repeated in exasperation.

"Way to keep a positive mind, Emily."

There was sarcasm in her own voice now and, as a result, another silence followed. This time it wasn't a startled one. It was awkward.

They couldn't afford to argue about these things now. Especially about Wren. Who was Wren anyway? Spencer wondered if Emily was actually getting so mad over the whole A-cookie thing or over the possibility of meeting with Wren. There was something about Wren that somehow Emily didn't tolerate. And it was Emily they were talking about. The most graceful, most sympathetic person in the world. The only person who might give A a chance to speak a word if they ever got to know who it was.

Not only that,Emily's problem with Wren had to do with her. Wren had actually helped Emily when he agreed to silence the HGH results so nobody would know and Emily wouldn't be kicked out of the swim team – and deprived of any chance at a swimming scholarship. So, in truth, he'd behaved well with Emily and Emily was in debt with him. The reason why she couldn't stand him was Spencer, and only Spencer, and no one else.

"Is this about Wren?", she decided to ask her. "Or are you mad at me because of what A is doing to all of us?"

She was a little unfair in that one, but she was tired and it came out just like that.

Emily's response was immediate, though, almost as if she was already expecting it. "What do you think, Spencer? Am I worried about you getting killed or about you getting kissed?"

Wow. She'd definitely gotten much better at arguing. And this time the voice was so filled with real irritation that it managed to strike Spencer back, so she decided to back off a little.

Obviously, Emily was worried about her safety, not mad at her. She'd spent the night freaking out. She was far away. And she'd have to spend the rest of the week like that. Maybe she hated Wren, but this wasn't entirely about him.

Spencer left the window and came to sit on her bed.

"Em, it's gonna be fine. I'm taking Aria to Jason's. It'll just take five minutes. The front door's already open", she assured, with a pitch of inner satisfaction and pride. "And regarding Wren, it's fine too. I won't let him get close. He won't try anything. We'll be in a public hospital."

"Yeah, like that's kept him from trying in the past", Emily answered, bitterness thick in her words. "Why can't you just stay home until I get there?"

"Because we need to start figuring this out", Spencer replied. Then she decided to go back to the Wren thing, just to reassure her. "Even if he tried, it won't matter. I won't take it. Okay?"

"You're gonna do it anyway. It's not like I have a say."

"You do have a say."

"You were probably gonna lie to me about it."

"I wasn't." Well, she was going to sort of keep it silent until she found the moment to speak about it. As a post-factual conversation. When it was already done. "It's not like I can lie to you about things anymore. A'd probably text you all the information and you'd be mad as hell."

She tried to sound funny but she realized it did sound kind of wrong after she'd already said it.

"Oh, so that's the only reason you're telling me?" Emily was faster than her to pick up on the mistake. "So A won't text me about what you're doing wrong while I'm here?"

"That… didn't come out right. I didn't mean it like that."

"And how did you mean it?"

"I meant to say that I wasn't going to lie to you. I was just… trying to keep you from getting anxiety attacks like the ones you're having now."

Anxiety attacks and jealousy attacks, she might add.

"So you're saying you were doing it to protect me? I guess that changes everything now."

Now she could hear a distinctive tone of mock in Emily's voice. Apparently she'd managed to be funny after all. Thank god they weren't actually having a fight over this.

"Yeah. That's it."

God, she missed her.

There was another silence, and Spencer could literally see Emily sitting on her own bed far away in her room in Texas, feeling the same exact thing she was feeling now. Thinking the exact same thought. Yearning for the exact same touch.

She wanted to reach her hand through the phone and touch her face. Too bad not even a videoconference could actually provide that kind of comfort.

"You know you shouldn't try anything else tonight, right?" All traces of sarcasm, anger or even mock had left Emily's voice. She just sounded resigned and sweet at the same time.

"Aria's coming with me."

"I don't like it."

Spencer didn't know what to say. She knew why Emily wouldn't like it. If it were her on the other end, she'd be going nuts and trying every way to stop her. But it had to be this way.

"You promise me you'll call me the minute you're back from Jason's, okay?", Emily finally agreed. "And I'll be calling every ten minutes for the next five days."

"You can take half an hour to eat and get a shower, you know", she joked. Emily didn't laugh, though. "I'll call the second we're done."

Yet another silence filled the telephone speakers with its thick, overwhelming tremor. This time it was neither startled nor awkward. There were too many things in it. There was the yearn, but also the concern.

They were both worried. And they were apart. And it sucked big time.

"Do you think I should call Maya?" Emily was the first one to speak again.

"No. I mean, you can if you want to make sure she's fine." She'd been thinking a lot about the meaning of those pictures. "But I don't think A's actually gonna try anything against Maya."

Besides, if Emily called Maya again, wouldn't that confuse the hell out of Maya? Spencer didn't want that. For Maya's sake.

Yeah, for Maya's sake.

"I agree", she heard Emily quietly say on the other end.

Her voice sounded sweet but a little muffled, almost as if she was laying down on the bed now, probably against the pillow or a cushion. The image brought other memories to Spencer. Memories that only made her want the physical touch with a little more intensity.

"I think it's either a really bad joke or a warning about us."

Emily had seen the pictures in her own cell phone. They'd texted her the images. "I think it's a warning." She sounded convinced. "About us being together, not about us as different people."

"Yeah, possibly."

"It could be a really bad warning too."

Spencer believed it was a warning as well. A really bad one? She didn't know. Just the usual A stuff. A warning against them being together.

All those bullshitting texts Emily had been getting during the past two months already meant that A was going to try a move to separate them. There was no doubt about that. This was the most logical outcome of the new game A was playing now: he/she/it had to attack them as a couple and not as two friends with different love lives and interests.

"We already knew A'd come after us." She offered her own idea. "I mean, as a couple. Now that we're together."

They agreed on that one.

"Then there's the blood on your hockey stick." This was the real matter of Emily's concern.

And of her own concern.

"It might be a bluff, Em", she offered as a possibility.

"But you don't have your hockey stick."

"Yeah, but what blood, I mean, whose blood is A talking about?", Spencer thought aloud. "It can't be Ali's blood. I got that hockey stick long after she was gone."

"Can you prove it?"

"I guess I could, yeah. I'd have to look into it."

She thought, if that was the case, her mother could most probably prove that particular hockey stick had nothing to do at all with Alison's murder.

"And Dr. Sullivan?" Emily asked the most serious, logical question. The one they feared the most.

"We don't know if Dr. Sullivan's dead". She'd repeated this statement so much that it already felt as a stock phrase. What did you do today? We don't know if Dr. Sullivan's dead. How was the trip to Texas? We don't know if Dr. Sullivan's dead. Did you two have sex? We don't know if Dr. Sullivan's dead. Crazy shit. "Even if it was Dr. Sullivan's blood, there's no corpse. They can't do anything against me without a corpse."

She really didn't want to think Dr. Sullivan was dead.

But maybe she was? Maybe that was the blood A was mentioning?

"But they could try you or at least hold you for bail, right?"

"I'm not sure."

"What if there is a corpse?"

Yeah, that was the scariest thing of all. She had no answer for that.

She sensed Emily grow nervous on her side of the line.

"If there's a corpse, we're totally screwed, right?", Emily asked again.

"I haven't done anything, Em. And there's no corpse anyway. I don't think she's dead."

"Then where the hell is she?", Emily said, again exasperated. Somehow she was realizing now this was the key that A was holding against them. Until this moment, she hadn't really believed Dr. Sullivan was dead, either. But now she was starting to doubt her own belief. "That's what A's trying to do. It's using Dr. Sullivan to keep you on the line with this."

"We already knew that", Spencer replied.

"Yeah, but… not like this."

There might be a corpse.

Spencer laid down in bed too. "Let's not overthink this too much, all right?" She was the one who'd overthink it. But she didn't want Emily going crazy about it. "It's just another stage in the game."

"Nice. I'm dying to get there."

She was really getting a lot of practice in sarcasm during this conversation, and Spencer smiled at the thought while she massaged her head. She was getting a headache after all the arguing and the screaming and the running tonight.

"So Aria's spending the night there?" Emily spoke again with her usual, sweeter tone.

"Yep. Han too."

"Good", she seemed truly relieved. "Is Han really all right?"

"She's fine. She was just totally scared."

"And Aria? How come her parents let her spend the night out?"

"Because she's spending it with me, and apparently I'm a person worthy of trust and respect."

"Weren't you the person who Mrs. Montgomery thought was kissing the English teacher?", Emily teased.

"Yeah, there was that", Spencer chuckled. "But now they know the truth, and ever since I'm dating you I'm even more trustworthy and lovable than ever. It seems I've acquired all the virtues that I used to lack thanks to you."

"So make good use of them", Emily laughed back. "You don't want to lose that again."

"That's for sure." She was glad they were now able to joke a little. "Now I'm not just the overanxious, uptight, slutty Hastings child."

She heard Emily's gentle laugh on the phone.

"You seem to be saying that word a lot lately. Is there a reason why?"

"Which word?"

"Slutty. And all its derivatives."

She felt a sudden clench of arousal in her stomach at the tease. There was that word, and she remembered saying it during their restroom experience.

To think that she'd been thinking only about that experience for almost every hour since she'd gotten back to Rosewood, at least until the moment she entered Jason's house. She felt like she was living in two separate worlds. One was normal: it involved her interests, her dreams, her games, that were basically lately reduced to Emily and all that had to do with them. Another one was the scary, nightmarish world she was living in after Alison's death: it involved the clues, the hints, the adrenaline-filled runs, the murder weapons and the murder threats. Emily lived with her in both worlds.

But she just wanted to return to the normal one. And to stay there. And to find a bed there.

"Yeah, good point", she teased back. "I wonder why too."

She sensed Emily was going to say something back to her when she heard Aria through the door. Both Hanna and Aria were downstairs. They had agreed to give them a little privacy. But the conversation was running for too long if they ever wanted to get back to Jason's to get those absurd items that maybe in the other world would develop their investigation.

Aria called her out and the tease was interrupted. Spencer felt let down, but somehow energized after the talk. Aria talked a little on the phone to Emily, and Emily gave her (again) specific orders about how long they were allowed to be out until she either called the police herself or made Hanna call them. Aria obeyed and agreed, making faces to Spencer all along. Emily was really becoming a sort of control freak after all. The times when she would just be led along were over. Finally they decided to hang up, not before another teasing warning was called on Spencer about how Emily hoped to be informed about everything regarding the cookie, especially after its trip to the hospital to get the treatment. Yes, the warning was clear. She probably wasn't joking when she said she'd be calling every ten minutes. And, indeed, Spencer was sure she'd try to find out every small detail about that interview with Wren if it ever actually took place. She'd better behave and not flirt at all or she'd be in great trouble. In any case, it wasn't as if she was going to flirt. She didn't flirt with anyone, only with Emily. Although she couldn't be so sure about when she was flirting: sometimes she noticed it, but there were other times when she just wouldn't realize she was doing it. It must be her smoking hot sexiness at work. The one Emily talked about. The one that drove buses of people from all around the country to Rosewood only to be around her. It just came naturally. But, no, all jokes aside, Wren was totally, completely prohibited even as an innocent flirt. Besides, there was never anything innocent about flirting with Wren and it couldn't happen anymore or she'd be screwed. So no flirting. She'd be stonefaced, rigid, cold; but kind and nice as well in order to ask for a favour. That was going to be difficult: how could she manage to be both cold and nice to a person she was used to sort of being flirty around every time they met? But she'd have to find a way. She couldn't screw things up. So she made a promise to herself. Whatever happened, there'd be no flirting back. No flirting back. Anyway she had to get the cookie and the box first. They had to get down to that already.

They hanged up.

In her Texas room, Emily rolled over on her bed in order to face the ceiling. She blinked a couple of times, trying to fight the slight wave of sleepiness that was invading her already. She had to stay awake until Spencer and Aria made it back from Jason's – again. In her opinion, it was a stupid idea to go back and the whole DNA-cookie plan seemed crazy, but she knew Spencer was not going to listen, especially if she already had Aria's backup. Aria was a pretty sensible person, except when it came to romantic liaisons and to entering into conspiratorial modes with Spencer. Well, maybe she was also a little bit like that. She'd probably be dragged to get the cookie too if she was there. Spencer was the leader for a reason. Sometimes she did crazy things, and they all followed her like sheep. Even Hanna.

Wren. She didn't like that at all. She thought she'd made it clear to Spencer, but she didn't want to push it. She didn't want to come across as suspicious or extremely jealous, and she knew she had no reasons to distrust Spencer, even though the whole thing completely got on her nerves. Spencer seemed to be either amused or indignant at her jealousy over Wren when it was really the most natural thing that could happen to anyone. The guy could not be trusted at all: he'd shown no respect whatsoever for his own relationships or for Spencer's ones; there was no reason to think he'd respect this particular one either. As for Spencer… well, she knew Spencer wouldn't do anything right now, but still, she didn't want that encounter to happen at all. Ever. Especially with her in Texas. She felt trapped. And she'd feel trapped for five more days, pretending she was interested in all those summery activities her parents had prepared for her with the whole goodness of their parental hearts.

A part of her wished they wouldn't find the crazy cookie anymore.

Another part of her wished they'd find the crazy cookie and that A would send her pictures of the encounter with Wren so she could check everything was all right. Although, come to think of it, A would only send her pictures if something was not right, so she'd better not get any. Because, if there was something she didn't like about them, she swore she'd catch the first flight to Philadelphia and would dress up as A for once to chop Wren into little British pieces.

Yes, she was extreme when it came to this guy. And she was anxious about everything in general. And she wanted to leave Texas. And she wanted to help the girls. And she needed to see for herself if Hanna was fine, even though she'd talked to her on the phone before talking to Spencer the second time. And she needed to protect Spencer from her own crazy ideas or at least to accompany her when she executed them.

And she wanted to kiss her.

But she had to wait and trust and prepare herself for the fight. Because there was going to be a fight against A once she went back. That was crystal clear.

Spencer was not going to jail. Not if she could stop it.

She thought about the pictures. Opening the text Aria had sent her, she looked again at them. That picture with Ali had been taken just a little bit after she kissed her the first time. Hanna had taken it. It amazed her how dumb and innocent she looked compared to the cool, wise smile Ali showed. But Ali was always like that. In all truth, she wasn't probably as wise as they believed her to be and that was probably the reason why she was dead. As for herself, she wasn't that dumb either. There was always a part of her who knew that Ali was using her recently discovered homosexual tendencies to play her and keep her by her side, the same way she used the others' weaknesses for the same purposes. With her it'd been homosexuality; with Spencer it'd been ambition. And, still, even though she was partially aware of the real reason behind Ali's actions, she liked it. She allowed it. She believed she was in love. She believed she'd never love anyone like that. She was happy just to be the special one, even if that meant being left on a constantly hot-and-cold run for a heart that'd never be hers. She didn't care. She took it and loved it and cared for it. She took everything Ali wanted to give, good or bad. She gave all she was allowed to offer. It was sort of pathetic and she looked at her own sweet, innocent face with the knowledge that she possessed now that she was in love for real with a person who actually seemed to love her back. Well, not seemed. Who loved her back. She loved her back. Spencer loved her back.

She sighed, opening the picture with Maya. Yeah, it was clear A was sending this to say Emily and Spencer wouldn't make it as a couple. There were two pictures of her with "girlfriends" (Ali had not been one, but she'd been her first love) who had disappeared: Ali had been murdered and Maya had been sent to the wild by her mother, not by A, but still. A had outed her relationship with Maya to her mother, so in a way it'd been A's doing. The third picture showed Spencer hitting a ball with a killer attitude. Scary as well as cute. Pure Spencer. Even though Spencer was on her own in the picture, Emily thought the message there was also meant for her. It said Spencer was going to be sent to jail.

It meant all her girlfriends would disappear, would go away. All chances of love, either unrequited or actual, reciprocated love. All of it was meant to go.

But this wasn't a chance anymore.

It was real love.

And it was leaving over her dead body. A'd better know that.

The message was for her, not for Spencer or for Hanna or for Aria. It was for her.

She realized in a sudden, abrupt manner as she sat up on the bed again.

They kept thinking this was about Spencer and Dr. Sullivan but the message was really for her. A wanted to say something to her.

Obviously the main reason behind that was still unclear and she couldn't really understand it, although it had to be related to Spencer as well, to Hanna and Aria and to Alison's murder in a mysterious way.

She started typing a text to Spencer saying she knew now what the pictures meant. They meant she should say goodbye to her girlfriends, goodbye to love.

Goodbye my ass.

While she was typing she got a text too. Maybe Spencer and Aria had already gotten back from their second adventure at Jason's?

The text had a blocked remittent, though. That was A.

Her heart jumped, but she read the text with defiant eyes.

"Weakest link or heroine? You're finally on the spot, Em. Don't let me down. – A"