Author's Note: So as I noted yesterday, this one is canon to the latest episode, the Season 4 finale. And Alison is in this one...

Day Sixty: The Air That I Breathe by Maroon 5

"Freak!"

That was the last thing Alison DiLaurentis had said when he last saw her alive and well. And there was that saying. How did it go again?

People never changed; they stayed the same. They wear different clothes but play the same games.

And now, Alison was sitting here, right in front of him, along with Spencer. It was a girl she was almost certain he hated next to the girl he would do anything for.

He didn't know how to feel. He certainly never expected to see Alison again. To see Spencer there with Alison brought back a lot of uneasy memories.

"Hi, Toby," Alison said quietly.

He didn't know how to respond. Spencer didn't really do anything to soothe his nerves, either.

"Toby, Ali is moving back to Rosewood," Spencer announced.

Toby wasn't sure how to respond to that, either. It wasn't like they'd be going to school together again, but he didn't know how to feel about her being back all the time.

"And…my mom offered her Melissa's old bedroom. Ali's staying here," Spencer added.

He really didn't know how to answer that. This all felt like a really awful dream. Even if Alison was changed (and he was not holding his breath on that), he didn't know how to feel about Spencer spending that much time around Alison. It wasn't that he was extremely possessive over her, but was concerned since it seemed that wherever Alison DiLaurentis went, trouble followed.

"You have every right to hate me, Toby, but I kind of wish that I could just take it back," Alison began, interrupting his thoughts. "If I could take it back now, I would do it," she added.

He didn't say anything.

"I think I'm going to go finish settling into my room," Alison said finally before getting up.

Spencer saw her walk up the stairs. After the door closed, Spencer turned to face him. "So what do you think of Alison staying here?" she asked.

He was completely silent. "I don't know. I guess it'll be…interesting, to say the least," he answered stoically. Clearly, she could see through his lies.

"If you don't want Alison here, you can just say it. I'm not her keeper. But she's a guest in my house, so you'll just have to get used to it," she snapped as she walked past him. "Jeez, I thought that after she's had to be on the run for so long, you, of all people, would be a bit more sympathetic," she said coldly.

Now, here he was, fumbling over his words like an idiot, and trying to find some way to placate Spencer.

"Spence, what do you want me to say? That I'm happy to see her? Not really. It's not like I was happy to see her die or that I wanted her dead. I just don't know what to say," he insisted.

"Toby, she's changed," Spencer answered.

He couldn't help but scoff. She glared at him.

"Toby, she said that she could see why I adored you so much," she said finally.

He couldn't believe that. Alison DiLaurentis, of all people thought that he—of all people—was a good match for her best friend, Spencer.

"Are you nervous that she's going to stab you in the back?" she asked finally, trying to understand.

He shook his head. "I don't trust her enough to let her stab me in the back. I'm worried she might stab you, Spencer."

He reached for her hand. She allowed him to hold it for a moment before she pulled away uncomfortably. He could tell there was something she wasn't saying. He walked over towards the steps.

"Do you trust her?" he asked as he looked up the staircase, as if to see if Alison was eavesdropping.

Spencer was silent, but shook her head. "No," she said finally. "I don't think I could ever trust her again. After someone breaks your trust…sometimes it's broken beyond repair."

He swallowed hearing her say that. "Like me?"

She was surprised. "What?" she asked.

"Like me? With being A?"

She sighed. "Toby, we've been over this a thousand times—"

"Yeah, but it's never going to be enough, Spence! I don't think you know how much you mean to me and how I can't live without you. You're like air; you mean everything to me. And I just betrayed you in the worst possible way. If I had just listened to you in the first place—"

"Hey, stop it! It wasn't just you and you know it!" she scolded. "It was me, too. I started with keeping secrets and even though what I think you did was wrong, you're not entirely at fault, either. But it doesn't matter. None of it does. What makes me the most upset is how unhappy we are because of all these secrets and lies and everything that's been going on lately. We keep saying we're going to be honest with each other, but we never are. It's killing me."

He thought up a response. "I think this will be over soon. Or at least, we can escape from A soon," he said.

She nodded. "There's just a few more months until graduation and it'll hopefully be over," she said softly.

LittleBittyAbby: Even if you are very petite, I'm sure you're extremely slender. Eighty pounds is like...nothing! My cousins, who are like six and eight years old and they weigh like sixty pounds and I lift thirty seven and a half...so you are only like a little more than double what I lift. I'm "big boned" or whatever. But I have a lot of secret muscle. Like, my BMI is a number I'm not willing to admit, so I'm actually a lot thinner than someone typically of my BMI would be. And dance is fun! I've been trying to learn some lyrical steps. Lately, I've been working on improving my flexibility in my legs and my back. And then turning. I used to be a pretty good tapper when I was younger. Sometimes I tap in my basement when I'm bored. Usually to showtunes from older musicals or older music in general. If you have good coordination, you'll probably be good at dance. I'm uncoordinated, which would explain why I'm not very good at dance or any sport, for that matter.

MizzIsTheFizz:London was a great trip. If you don't mind me asking, how old are you? I'm just really curious. And whoa. I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it? You can always PM me (especially if you don't feel comfortable discussing it where anyone can see). I was good at pre-algebra. I think. IDK how I could help you over the internet, but it's worth a shot. Gee...people sometimes. The only thing more annoying than that is when people are obnoxiously affectionate with each other over twitter and instagram. There's a couple in my school...ugh. I've just heard about how they're always sending each other flirty tweets and it's like...nobody cares. In some ways, it's more annoying than PDA. I don't know why. It just makes me really mad. But anyway, if you ever want to talk, you can PM me.

AL3110:Hmm...I didn't know that you were an Andrew Belle fan. Anyway, I really like that song, even if listening to it makes me depressed. Okay, I'm off to PM you (even though it's like three in the morning in Denmark).

So Harry Potter, as I promised.

There's this girl and her friends. I'm not even going to take a guess to what their names are. But they go to a school for people studying to become wizards. The girl makes friends with her roommate. That's her girl friend. her guy friend is someone she already knew. I don't remember exactly, but I think something happened to the school, so the three of them had to go on a journey to unlock the pixls. I used to be obsessed with Super Paper Mario, so I used a lot of the pixls, like Tippi and Thoreau and Boomer and a few others I can't remember and I made some of my own. I think there were like five to seven pixls who helped them save the school or something. IDK. But it was fun for them. And I was giggling because nobody realized that Boomer and Thoreau and Tippi were not my creations.

And also, Tippi. Ha ha ha ha.

And for Wicked...I don't know what to say except for IT IS THE MOST INCREDIMAZING MAJESTIC THING EVER WHICH YOU MUST GO SEE WHEN YOU GET THE OPPORTUNITY. Just a touching story about friendship and witches and love. Amazing. And the music is amazing.

And also...my dad said he could picture me being Galinda (with a GA), which was a compliment I will likely never ever ever fulfill, but...a girl can dream, you know? -Kayson