Been a while huh? Bet you all thought I gave up on this, eh? Okay, so maybe I did. But that's besides the point. We're back! I'll be honest and say this story will always have a place in my heart and I do want to do it justice and continue writing it. Sometimes life has a way of intervening though. That said, I do intend to keep going with this at an unknown pace. Hopefully people still remember this story and it's not as dead as some of the characters.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of swearing, violence, sexual activity, and character deaths.
Jo sat with her head in her hands in the privacy of her inn room. A bottle of old vintage sat on the desk next to her. She vaguely remembered Scott telling her he'd found it in the old innkeeper's room. She took a swig from the bottle.
She couldn't honestly admit that she'd ever liked Scott. He was cunning in an underhanded sort of way with a selfish outlook on survival. He didn't fight for his team, often dragged others down with him, and was downright unpleasant much of the time.
She just wasn't sure he'd deserved to be murdered.
Even worse, she wasn't sure she'd made the right call about banishing Katie. She murdered Scott while he was helpless, yet everything Brick and Courtney had said to her was valid. Besides, could she honestly say she herself wasn't the one playing God at the hotel?
She took another drink.
"Jo?" a soft, feminine voice called from the doorway.
"What is it Red?"
Zoey pushed her way into the room, Mike on her arm. "We just wanted to make sure you were alright. I know what you had to do wasn't an easy decision either way."
"If it makes you feel any better, I believe you made the right call," Mike told her matter-of-factly.
"Yeah? Why's that?" Jo snarled bitterly.
"Katie was clearly unstable, like Scott," Mike answered simply. "Keeping her around would've endangered everyone else."
"I didn't know you cared about everyone else," Jo muttered into her drink.
"Why would you think that?" Mike asked nervously. His left eye twitched ever-so-slightly.
Jo seemed not to notice, "Because you and Red Riding Hood here only care about each other. Sometimes it makes me sick how in love you two are. I mean congrats, but do you have to throw it in the rest of our faces so much?"
Zoey took Mike's hand in hers and felt her face flush, "Sorry bout that. We do care though."
Mike had to restrain himself from mouthing off at the pair of them about how little he cared for any of their wellbeing. He took a calming breath.
"I keep thinking about something Katie said though. She said Scott was chatting with someone else, a male voice," Jo frowned, "who was she talking about?"
"Well, the only other boys still around at the time were Duncan, Noah, Alejandro, Lightning, Mike and Brick," Zoey rattled off.
"Obviously I had nothing to do with it," Mike lied through his teeth. "I doubt Brick would do something like that either."
"It was probably Duncan. He sure seemed awfully eager to leave with Katie," Zoey looked thoughtful before gasping. "You don't think he left with her to kill her do you? You know, keep her quiet?"
"I think you just solved the mystery," Mike gave a nervous laugh.
"Nah, Punk Rock left because he's in love with Courtney but didn't think she felt the same," Jo mused aloud. "He didn't do it."
"Alejandro or Noah then," Mike waved a dismissive hand. "They aren't exactly trustworthy."
"We'll keep our eye on those two," Zoey agreed. Jo frowned, looking back and forth at the pair.
At that moment, Dakota came bursting into the room. Jo jumped to her feet at the sudden intrusion.
"Fucking hell Dakota, what is it?" Jo barked.
"Gwen! At the front door!" Dakota wheezed, out of breath.
"Who the fuck is Gwen?" Jo narrowed her eyes.
"A Total Drama Island contestant. She knows our friends! Heather and Courtney just let her in!"
Gwen had been told beforehand by Scarlett who would be waiting at Revenge Hotel for her. Even still, it was surreal watching her former archrival open the door and stare at her, dumbfounded.
"Hey Heather," Gwen said weakly, "can I come inside?"
Heather nodded and sidestepped so that Gwen could enter. As soon as she got past the threshold, she felt arms enveloping her into a crushing hug.
"You're okay!" Courtney's cheer was muffled as she buried her face in Gwen's shoulder.
"I knew you had it in you, weird goth girl," Heather teased with a light smile on her face. Heather even gave Gwen a brief hug once Courtney had released her.
"Tell us everything," Courtney demanded, growing serious. "How did you escape the island? Are you the only one? What happened to everybody else?"
"Slow down Courtney, there'll be plenty of time for questions later," Heather interrupted. "First we have to deal with-"
"Who the hell do you think you are just letting some stranger in here?" Jo screamed angrily as she leapt down the stairs two at a time. She pointed her gun at Gwen, who was quick to put her hands up.
"Relax Jo, I said she's a friend of theirs," Dakota said, sounding exhausted. Mike and Zoey appeared on either side of her, with the sounds of others venturing their way downstairs at the sudden outburst.
"After everything that just happened, you didn't think to at least speak about it with me before letting this girl waltz in here like she owns the place?" Jo's tone was very accusing as she directed all her anger at Heather.
"Lay off her Jo," Courtney came to Heather's defense. "Gwen here was with us on the island. She's a friend and we can trust her."
Gwen said nothing to that, not taking her eyes off Jo. Silently, she was surprised to hear Courtney talk about trusting her after what had happened with Duncan. Total Drama World Tour certainly felt like a lifetime ago now.
"Gwen!" she turned to face the newcomer and was quickly tackled in another tight hug.
"Good to see you too Bridgette," she murmured sincerely and looked around at the faces in the common area. "You too Noah. And Alejandro."
Alejandro bowed his head to her and Noah gave her the faintest of smiles. The other faces were all unfamiliar to Gwen.
She frowned, "Where's everyone else?"
Those who knew her looked down at the ground. Gwen blinked at them in disbelief, "Duncan?"
"Gone," Courtney said sadly, "he took off earlier today. Who knows where he went."
Gwen tried not to let that affect her too much as she realized something else. She looked at Bridgette in horror, "Geoff?"
Bridgette shook her head and looked away.
"I'm so sorry," Gwen breathed out faintly.
"Your apologies are duly noted. Now why the fuck are you here?" Jo snarled.
"I think you need to back off," Heather sneered back.
"Forgive me for not trusting people! Trusting you all worked so well for us, huh? In case you'd forgotten before you fuckups showed up, I had thirteen people here! Now I'm down to seven! I'm done trusting people I don't know!" Jo shouted and everyone else remained quiet.
Jo had not lowered her weapon. At first, no one moved. Then, Brick put a strong hand on her shoulder, "I think you need to rest, chief. I'll take over for now."
Jo felt her gun hand shaking. It was most unlike her to ever be nervous. She stared hatefully at Gwen, not knowing who she really was, nor caring. The only thing she could be was a threat. Just like everyone else was.
She looked Brick in the eye and her resolve faltered. She let out a choked sob and wordlessly shoved the gun into Brick's hand. Jo retreated up the stairs, out of sight.
Everyone watched her go, not really knowing what to say.
"Well," Brick broke the awkward silence, "welcome aboard Gwen! Glad to have a new member to join our little platoon here."
"Um, thank you?" Gwen looked questioningly at Courtney, who just nodded.
"Why don't we let you get settled? I'm sure everyone wants to talk to you, but you're probably feeling a bit overwhelmed right now," Zoey said kindly. "Let's give her some space guys."
Zoey ushered her original group towards the stairs. Brief intros were given to Gwen by Dawn, Lightning, and Mike. Gwen's eyes lingered on Mike as he shook her head. She just hoped her face didn't gave away what she was thinking about him. She remembered what Scarlett told her very well.
"Come on," Bridgette took Gwen's hand. "Let's talk, okay?"
Gwen sat with the remaining TD contestants in Bridgette's room. Alejandro stood with his back casually against the door, though Gwen figured it was to keep an ear on if anyone else was listening in. Noah sat in a chair in the corner, looking pensive.
Bridgette had cleared off the two beds and gestured for Gwen to sit with her on one of them. Heather and Courtney sat together on the other one.
"Just like old times bunking together in those cruddy cabins," Noah quipped with a wry smile.
"My last memory of those cabins was having to flee from the zombies and Duncan setting our cabin on fire," Alejandro shivered at the thought. "Hardly a fond memory."
"That whole night still feels like a bad dream," Heather muttered.
"Not to me," Gwen said darkly.
Courtney gave her a sheepish look, "We're sorry we didn't stay. The zombies were getting too close to the yacht, we had to flee or all die."
"Yeah, you weren't there for nut job Blaineley shooting Chris and luring every zombie on Wawanakwa over to us," Noah remarked.
"Never thought Blaineley would do something like that," Gwen admitted with surprise. "Can't say I really ever knew her though."
"So what happened to you and the others?" Bridgette asked. "Are you the only other survivor?"
Gwen looked around at each of them in turn. She remembered what Scarlett had said about discretion. Yet, as she glanced around the room at people she knew, she couldn't help it.
"Promise me something before I say," Gwen began, drawing all eyes to her. "You won't repeat what I tell you to these others, okay?"
"As if we would," Heather rolled her eyes. "I think Duncan had a point about psycho Jo."
"Well, there might be a way out of this then," Gwen said with a deep breath. "Come join me and the others at another camp. Izzy, Harold, LeShawna, Cody and I all made it and met up with another group. They're solid, albeit a little weird."
There was quiet as the others digested the news. It was Courtney who spoke first, "What about Chef? Surely he made it, right?"
"Chef sacrificed himself for Cody," Gwen admitted, "he's dead."
"This other group," Alejandro said slowly, "what sort of supplies do they have? How many of them are there?"
"Including our crew, there's eighteen of us. If you five come with, that makes twenty-three," Gwen answered.
"Lot of people to feed," Noah made a face, "how much food do they have?"
"Enough, though we do make daily supply runs. Two of our group, Rodney and Sugar, have helped setup a mini farm in our base to help."
"What about weapons?" Heather asked. "If Revenge Hotel has anything going for it, it's a vast number of guns."
"We have some, not as many as we'd like though," Gwen admitted, "maybe we can take some from here?"
"Hold on a second, you're all acting like we're just going to go along with this," Courtney looked around at each of them. "I thought we had decided to stay?"
"After Jo's latest outburst, Scott's general shitiness, and Katie being banished, I've rethought my opinion," Heather crossed her arms. "I'd rather chance it with someone I trust and join up with Gwen's new group."
"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Heather? You're being so nice to me, it almost feels unreal," Gwen said to Heather, who shrugged.
"We're surviving an apocalypse Gwen, we've got more important things to worry about than stupid shit that happened in our past. Besides, I've always kind of trusted you," Heather admitted.
"Be that as it may, we can't just leave!" Courtney exclaimed a bit loudly, "Have you all forgotten what Bridgette told us? She can't leave in her condition!"
Gwen raised an eyebrow, though no one elaborated. Bridgette turned to her, "What, um, medical supplies does your group have?"
"Our leaders have a lab set up in our headquarters. I have only seen it once, but it looks professional and it's well-stocked," Gwen told her.
"This place sounds better and better to me. I'm inclined to agree with Heather that we should take the chance," Alejandro said, shooting Heather a small smile.
"What about the others here?" Courtney pointed out. "We've made real friends here. We can't just leave them."
"The more people we bring, the more supplies we'll need," Alejandro argued.
"Courtney just doesn't want to leave Brick behind," Noah smirked as the CIT grew irate.
"It's not just Brick! I…I care about these people!" Courtney defended fiercely.
"We can take them…just not all of them," Gwen admitted, which prompted more questions.
"What are you talking about?" Heather asked.
Gwen lowered her voice a little, "Listen…the group I'm with have told me things about some of these people. We cannot take Jo, Zoey or Mal with us."
"Who's Mal?" Bridgette asked, clearly confused.
"Hold on, your group knows these people?" Heather frowned.
"Oh my God…your new group is the ones who defected from Jo's group," Courtney pieced it all together. Gwen nodded and slumped her shoulders.
"Look, I don't really know what happened between the groups. I came after that. But from what I know, these people cannot be trusted. Look at that Jo girl. She almost shot me for no reason!" Gwen exclaimed.
"She's under a lot of stress," Courtney said with some sympathy.
"More to the point, we've been told things by Jo's group about the people you now claim to be your friends," Alejandro stated, "like you, we don't know the full truth of what went down. But still, we are not overly inclined to trust your allies Gwen. Particularly after they shot Trent on a supply run I was on."
Gwen's face went white, "I, uh…I was there for that."
"You what?" Courtney interrupted.
"I convinced them to help him!" Gwen immediately pointed out. "We brought Trent back and he's healed up! I told you, we have the medical supplies we need! They only shot at him because they thought he was a threat."
"Don't you think you should've mentioned that Trent was alive before now?" Heather said with disapproval.
"There's a lot going on," Gwen said honestly. "Look, there's probably a thousand things I'm forgetting to explain. I'm happy to go over everything with you all, but only once we're safe and out of here."
"What did your leader tell you to do here?" Heather asked, a hint of accusation creeping into her tone.
"Scarlett said she knows Jo, Zoey and Mal are dangerous. The others, she was willing to accept into the fold. She wanted me to bring everyone but those three to our camp to become one, united community."
"You still haven't told us who Mal is," Bridgette pointed out again.
"Right, Scarlett mentioned he went by an alias. Mike, I believe," Gwen said and there were some doubtful looks thrown her way.
"You're telling us Mike and Zoey are dangerous? The two loved up idiots who say each other's names like they're a damn Pokémon every five minutes? Yeah right," Noah snorted.
"I already told you, I don't know the full story. I'm just relaying what Scarlett and Ellody told me," Gwen said, clearly annoyed.
"Perhaps Gwen has a point," Alejandro said, "during our first week here, when I was trying to form as many friendships as possible, I always felt something a bit off with Mike. I know he was sick when we arrived, but it just seemed like there was something wrong with him. I can't quite explain it, but I never trusted him."
"Scarlett and Ellody suspect both Zoey and Jo are in on the whole Mal thing," Gwen added, "hence why they can't be trusted. That and Jo's clearly a raging lunatic."
"It may be worth exploring this further before any hasty decisions are made," Alejandro decided and then grinned. "As a master of deception myself, I feel I can get to the bottom of this rather quickly. Besides, in the event we abandon this group for this Scarlett person's group, we ourselves have no skin in the fight."
"What about Trent being shot by them? Courtney exclaimed, not noticing Gwen's guilty squirm.
"A misunderstanding. Fortunately, one that bears limited issues if his life was indeed saved," Alejandro waved it off. "So it's decided. I shall investigate this Mal situation and get a better read on things. He should be rather distracted anyways dealing with Gwen."
"Whatever, as long as I'm not recruited with you this time," Noah rolled his eyes, "I don't know if I can take another interrogation of Lightning without losing brain cells."
"Ah, we both know you enjoyed showing off your superior intellect, amigo," Alejandro teased.
"Alejandro," Gwen said his name seriously, "if you're going to do this, please be careful. If he catches on…"
"Relax. No one is better than I at games like these," Alejandro smirked confidently.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Heather said and brought back memories of the TDWT finale.
"Fair enough, mi angel. Perhaps you will assist me?" Alejandro asked, almost hopefully.
"Fine, but only because you'll screw it up otherwise," Heather said with an exaggerated sigh.
"I see the two of you haven't changed a bit," Gwen allowed a ghostly smile to creep onto her face. "It is good to see all of you again."
"Mike," Zoey murmured his name sweetly as she kissed him.
"Zoey," it was all he could do to not vomit as he continued the rouse.
The pair were in their room, long after night had fallen. Zoey had confided in him some of the more personal thoughts and feelings she was having about everything. As someone pretending to be a doting boyfriend, Mal had to listen in. It made his brain hurt.
"Are you excited to have Gwen join the group? Dakota was ranting to me about Gwen's history on that Total Drama show and she seems like she'd be a good friend."
"Oh totally!" Mal exclaimed with false interest. "She did seem to look at me a lot though."
"Maybe she just recognized how hot you are," Zoey said shyly before kissing him again.
Mal smiled and said nothing. He believed there was another reason entirely why Gwen seemed interested in him. He'd seen that look of fear before in his past. Somehow, someway, he believed she knew who he was. That simply could not stand.
There was a knock on their door, surprising both of them. Zoey called out, "Yes?"
The door opened, revealing Heather. She briefly glanced at Mal before turning to Zoey, "Sorry to bother you so late, but Dakota told me you were the person to talk to about watch shifts and rotations. I can't seem to find what I'm looking for. Could you come and help me?"
"Sure thing Heather!" Zoey beamed at her and got out of bed. "You don't mind, right Mike?"
"Not at all!" Mal felt inwardly relieved. "I'm so glad you're always so willing to help out Zoey! Say Heather, what room is our new friend staying in? I feel like I didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself and that doesn't sit right with me."
Zoey smiled, not noticing Heather rolling her eyes.
"We gave her Anne Maria's old room for now. No one else is using it after all," Heather replied before leading Zoey out of the room. Subtly, Heather left the bedroom door just slightly ajar.
Mal let out a pent-up sigh and let his voice drop a little, "Finally! I've met balloons with less air in them than that moron."
Mal stretched and stood from the bed with a mischievous glint in his eye, "Now's the perfect chance to deal with Gwen."
He pushed the door open all the way, not seeming to question why it was left open in the first place. He moved silently down the hallway, past the closed doors containing his peers. Sound asleep, like little sheep who had no idea the shepherd's true intentions.
Mal moved down the stairs one step at a time. He cringed when one of the middle steps creaked under his weight, but he doubted anyone could hear him. He heard the sound of Heather and Zoey's voices drifting up from the front entrance, but otherwise the hotel was deadly quiet.
Mal reached the bottom of the stairs and swept right past where the two girls were talking. He kept walking until he reached the pool room Jo stocked all the guns. He still didn't understand Jo's obsession with keeping them all in one place. Seemed rather foolish to him, but he took advantage of it. He typed in the code, long having figured it out from spying on Dakota, and the door opened.
He whistled at the sight of the weapons. He eyed each of them carefully, before ultimately selecting one of the handguns. Small enough to conceal, and no one ever need know it had been taken. He quickly pocketed it and walked out, whistling the haunting tune he loved so much. He made sure to lock the door to the armory behind him.
Mal made the reverse trip back up the stairs, no longer hearing Zoey and Heather talking. He began making up excuses in his head to tell Zoey about why he had left the room. The doey-eyed girl would believe any lie that came out of his mouth, that much was certain.
Instead of going back to his room, Mal veered off down the other hallway. He stopped at the very end; Anne Maria's old room. He clicked the safety off the gun in his hand before slowly twisting the knob. He grinned viciously when he realized the door was unlocked.
The door opened, revealing only the moonlit silhouette of Mal in the doorway. He stepped into the room, eyes locking onto the bed where a figure lay curled under the heavy blankets. This was almost too easy. Gwen would never even see him coming.
Mal raised the gun and approached the bed. His fingers clasped the blanket, and he felt a slight tingle inside. There was something inexplicable about the joy that washed over his body in moments like these. Something so awe-inducing about playing with other people's lives.
He pulled back the covers and pointed the gun down. Mal frowned. It was nothing but two pillows stuffed together to look like a body.
A blade appeared at his throat from behind and a familiar Latin voice purred, "The jig is up, Mal. Put the gun down."
Mal inwardly cursed himself for getting careless. He swallowed, feeling the sharpness of the weapon against him. "Where'd you get the knife, Al? You know your group isn't supposed to carry weapons. You're not trustworthy."
Alejandro let out a humorless laugh, "Ah the sweet taste of irony. It was Katie's, I took it when we rescued her. Now drop the gun Mal."
"My name's Mike," he tried to weasel his way out of it, "if I call for help, the others will see you trying to kill me. Poor, innocent me. What will Zoey say?"
"Who knows, she's like a balloon isn't she? Full of air?" Alejandro asked knowingly.
"Heather left that door open on purpose…" it dawned on Mal. He gnashed his teeth together.
"So that I would hear you and follow you, yes. And obviously we didn't leave Gwen in here, that was just a ruse. I'm not asking again. Drop. The. Gun."
Mal dropped the gun onto the bed. Not trusting him, Alejandro maneuvered so that he would be able to pick up the gun while still holding Mal at knifepoint. Mal anticipated this, however, and backpedaled Alejandro right into the wall. The boys collided and the knife slipped from Alejandro's grasp.
Mal reached for it, but Alejandro punched him in the face. The Spaniard stepped on Mal's hand, eliciting a howl of pain from the traitor. Alejandro picked the knife back up, while Mal scrambled to his feet.
Alejandro swung the knife at Mal's face, missing by inches. He slashed a few more times, at last slashing a large cut right beneath Mal's left eye. Mal roared in pain and kicked at Alejandro. The Spaniard was prepared and casually stepped back. Mal used the opportunity and dove for the gun resting on the bed. He felt great pleasure as his fingers curled around the butt of the gun.
Mal turned and without thinking he pulled the trigger.
The shot missed wildly, hitting the open door. Mal hissed and tried to aim properly this time, but Alejandro lunged for him. They hit the ground and began wrestling for control over the gun.
"What the hell is going on here?" Zoey's voice screamed from the entrance in horror. She was holding a candle and staring mouth agape at the scene before her.
Heather pushed past her into the room, raising a gun of her own, "Drop your fucking weapon Mal!"
Alejandro released Mal, looking awfully smug. "You should listen to her, idiota. I've already bested you, you want her to do it too?"
"Everyone stop it!" Zoey stamped her feet in frustration. "Leave Mike alone!"
Heather did not lower her gun, "You heard me Mal, you creep. Drop it or I shoot."
"Heather no!" Zoey started to cry.
Alejandro stood, dusting himself off. He smiled warmly at Heather, "I told you chica, we had everything under control."
"Not everything," Mal said, no longer caring who saw him do what. He pointed the gun at Alejandro and fired.
"No!" Heather shrieked as Alejandro fell with a surprised look on his handsome face. The Latino hit the ground, unmoving.
"Stupid bitch!" Mal pointed his gun at Heather now, but Zoey stepped in between them. They all heard more footsteps approaching.
"What is wrong with you?" Zoey asked Mal, furiously blinking away tears.
"Get out of my way little girl," Mal stared murderously at Zoey, eyes seeking Heather.
"Alejandro? Can you hear me?" Heather knelt by his side, pressing an ear to his chest. "Come on, damn you!"
"Step aside Zoey, now!" Mal ordered, but she shook her head.
"You're not Mike. You need help. I can help you," Zoey said quietly.
"You're the one who needs help!" Mal declared and he pulled the trigger again.
Despite what she'd witnessed, Zoey still looked shocked as the bullet pierced through her body and her head slammed down against the floor next to Alejandro and Heather. Somehow, she still hadn't quite seen it coming.
Mal started to laugh.
Another bullet flew through the air, hitting Mal right between the eyes. He never saw who pulled the trigger as his body fell lifeless alongside Zoey's.
Heather looked up, tears in her eyes, as Jo entered the room with her gun raised. Others were behind her, interested to know what had happened. Jo and Heather met each other's stares and said nothing.
Bridgette pushed her way through into the room and knelt beside Alejandro. Dawn did the same with Zoey. No one uttered a sound except Heather, who sniffled as she watched Bridgette work with a hopeless expression.
"He's breathing!" Bridgette announced and Heather let a cry of relief escape her.
"Can you save him?" Heather asked desperately.
"No…" Bridgette admitted, "we don't have what we need."
"I know where we can go to get him help," Gwen said from the doorway. She locked eyes with Heather, who gave her a silent nod.
"Zoey is alive too!" Dawn announced. "We have to help her!"
"I parked a car nearby, but it can't fit both of them," Gwen said coolly. "I'm taking Alejandro and Heather, not Zoey."
"But—" Dawn tried before being cut off.
"Go then," Jo cast a look in Gwen's direction, "Go!"
Yeah...this chapter went through multiple versions of what was going to happen. I wasn't originally planning to kill off Mal here, but I wanted to show that even the villains don't necessarily get plot armor just because. Scott and Mal both gone now, and I stand by both moves.
I know we didn't see the other group in this chapter, but I wanted to keep the action moving with Gwen's return and the subsequent problems that caused. We will see the other group next time.
Couple of review questions for you guys for fun:
1. Who's death has made you the saddest so far? Happiest?
2. Which character has been written the best? I've tried keeping everyone mostly in character and developing them from there.
3. What do you think will happen to Alejandro and Zoey?
DEAD: Sadie, Owen, Justin, Eva, Lindsay, Ezekiel, Tyler, Beth, Chris, Sierra, Blaineley, B, DJ, Cameron, Sam, Staci, Geoff, Anne Maria, Chef Hatchet, Mary, Scott, Mike/Mal
Group 1: Gwen, Heather, Bridgette, Courtney, Noah, Alejandro (badly hurt), Lightning, Zoey (badly hurt), Jo, Dakota, Brick, Dawn
Group 2: LeShawna, Izzy, Trent, Harold, Cody, Sky, Sugar, Max, Scarlett, Dave, Ella, Amy, Samey, Rodney, Leonard, Beardo, Ellody, Tammy
Unknown: Duncan, Katie