Ooh, great episode! Thanks for your lovely reviews, Gage the Hedgehog. And I know the story is the same and keeps a lot of the same dialogue, but there are differences, and Duncanie...hint hint.

The next two days were full of tension. I was pretty glad to see the boys come back. Heather and Lindsay were both reading magazines, occassionally looking up to glare at us. Leshawna was scoffing chips, Gwen was writing in her diary, Bridgette was polishing her surfboard, and I'd just come back from a confessional.

"I've been on this stupid island for a month." I complained. "More than half the competiton, and I'm here. But if half the competition is gone, why couldn't Heather be in that half? At least I'm rid of Courtney. But I kind of wish Eva was still here – actually, no, she's too much of a threat, but if she'd left later than Courtney, maybe we wouldn't have lost the Phobia Factor challenge. Mom, Dad, if you're listening, I'm not giving up on this game – it's just really annoying."

The only good thing about the days was that I got to know Gwen and Leshawna. They were both very friendly with Bridgette and I, and they let us know that Heather really was as mean as she seemed to be. Lindsay was apparently nicer than she'd been acting, but followed Heather's lead.

Then, it finally came to when the boys arrived back. They were all cheerful and full of their weekend at the resort.

"What a weekend!"

We all glared at them, but the boys refused to take the hint that we didn't care what a great time they had. We hadn't had good time at all. All six of us glared at them.

Then again, there was no need for Leshawna to throw her sandal at Owen when he offered us chocolate-covered cherry blossoms.

"Hey, I wanted one of those!" I hissed. "At least Owen brought them back!" But there was no way we could get them back. They'd fallen into the water, and Owen began to wail.

"It's okay, dude." Geoff told him. "The ladies are just a little jealous."

"Yeah, who can blame 'em?" Duncan added. "They can barely stand each other and meanwhile, us guys are tighter than family!"

Which was when Chris' voice boomed through a loudspeaker to let us know that it was from now on "every camper for themselves". The guys immediately stopped being a team.

"I am down with that!" Leshawna said, folding her arms. "Bring it on, Chris!"

"Then, get ready for this!" Chris called out through the speakers. As he spoke, a boat sped toward us, and a familiar figure stood on the deck.

We all gasped.

"What? But that's impossible!" I heard Heather whisper.

"Oh, man, what is she doing here?" Trent murmured.

I turned to smirk at Heather. "I'll make sure that she pays you out for what you did to her."

"Back by popular audience demand," Chris announced, "It's...Eva!"

My ex-teammate jumped off the boat. "That's right." she said. "I'm back. And just so we're clear, not only am I gonna kick butt, but I'm giving special attention to my backstabbing Bass team who voted me off!" She glared at my other ex-teammates with fire in her eyes.

"I didn't!" I protested. "I voted for Courtney, like we planned!"

"I know." Eva muttered, still scowling fiercely. At least, her anger wasn't directed at me.

"Wait a sec!" Gwen called, looking up at the loudspeaker. "You said no one was allowed back!"

"I did?"

"'And once you leave...'" Gwen quoted.

"Oh yeah, that." Chris replied. "Yeah. I lied."

"You can't do that! It's not fair!"

But there were more pressing matters at hand than whether it was fair on us to bring Eva back. The girl looked like she was about to kill someone. Most probably Bridgette.

"So, Eva," the blonde said nervously. "What've you been doing since you left the island?"

"Taking anger management classes. I seem to recall you thinking I needed them!" Poor Bridge. She was in for a tough time. Then again, probably Duncan, Geoff and DJ were too.

"She was an audience favourite?" Heather hissed at the loudspeaker.

"Not really..." Chris admitted. "But we liked her!" He didn't even pause as he introduced one more person. "Also returning to camp, it's...Izzy!"

"Oh, no!" exclaimed half the campers. But I grinned, as a scream of crazy happiness rang out, and the psycho redhead landed on the dock.

"Hey, guys, it's good to be back at camp! Although I never actually left the island. I've been living in the woods all this time!"

As it happened, the RCMP lost her. According to Izzy, she'd hidden with a family of beavers and lived with them for the last...two weeks, was it? She even started scratching herself with a foot like an animal as she said "Boy, I could use a bag of nachos right now."

"You and me both." I muttered, smiling slightly.

Izzy let out a howl, again, like an animal. "So, what's new with you guys?" she asked. But before we had a chance to answer, the loudspeaker told us to report to the amphitheatre. But beforehand, the two returnees had to claim a bunk.

Heather ended up taking the tape off the floor after Eva wanted to know why it was there, and then offered the scary girl her bunk. As it was, Eva demanded to have the one Bridgette had already claimed. Izzy didn't seem too bothered.

However, Leshawna stood up for Bridgette. "Okay, you know what? You can get all up in her face, but don't forget, we are all here to win."

"You got that right, Sister Thunder-Thighs." Eva responded.

"Oh, oh, oh, tell me the macho momma with butt-cheeks tighter than my weave did not just say that!"

"Whoa, time out!" Gwen and I called out.

"Can't we just talk this out over low-cal snacks?" Lindsay suggested.

"Whatever." Eva muttered. "I'm still gonna win!"

Okay, I'd taken Eva's side last time, but there was no need for her to take the votes so personally. This time, I was on Bridgette's side, along with Gwen and Leshawna.

I was still going to vote off Heather first, though. If one of them got immunity, though...no contest.

This time, the challenge was torture. No, seriously. That was what we had to do – brutal tests of endurance. The winner would get immunity and a new trailer to take home.

Basically, Chris would spin a wheel to find out what we had to do for ten seconds. And Duncan was first.

The wheel landed on a sihouette of turtles. Duncan had to stand in front of a goal net, while Chef threw snapping turtles at him. But he took the ten seconds, and Chris called Lindsay up. Meanwhile, I tried to pretend I wasn't listening to Gwen and Trent talking, even though Gwen was right next to me. Apparently, she was still mad because Trent had left her buried alive for longer than five minutes when the mime came after him. I think they made up, though, because after Trent told her she was the last person he'd leave buried alive if he had the choice, Gwen remarked on how sweet that was.

Lindsay had marshmallow face waxing as her torture. "Oh, I so need this!" she said, oblivious to what awaited her. "I've been dealing with nasty razor stubble for weeks! Try not to wax off my tan, okay?" But seeing her face covered in sweet wax was pretty terrifying. Although, when it came off, her first reaction, besides the pain was "Oh my gosh. I can't believe how smooth that is! Thanks, Chip!"

"It's Chris." the host corrected her. But Lindsay was allowed to choose the next competitior. At first, she didn't want to, but Eva grabbed a lock of the blonde's long hair and whispered to her what to say.

"I choose Bridgette...with lake leeches...cause she's a backstabbing lowlife traitor." Lindsay said, with no expression. When Eva whispered something else, Lindsay attempted to growl. It was just lucky for Bridgette that Geoff offered to stand in for her, otherwise, she would've been eliminated from the challenge, since Geoff didn't do the ten seconds and was the first one out. If he had done it, though, Lindsay would've been eliminated.

There were a lot of tortures. I can't run through them all, and I only got one to do before getting eliminated – sitting in a bathtub full of angry crabs. I took all the pinches for ten seconds, but then I chose Heather to take the next spin, and she did her torture, eliminating me.

Soon enough, there were only three people left; Leshawna, Eva, and Izzy. Izzy especially was doing well. She got electrocuted with eels, and all she did was giggle and then say "That was great! Hit me again!"

"Izzy, who's your next victim?" Chris asked.

"Ooh, ooh, me, with the poison ivy spa treatment!" Izzy said enthusiastically. They let her, but that was a lose-lose situation. Do it and lose because she chose herself. Lose and get eliminated because she couldn't do it. As it was, she did it, and claimed that it felt great.

Our winner? Leshawna. She took the sudden death round and beat out a circus bear on a log roll. "Ha! And that's how I roll!"

That night, we'd run out of marshmallows (to Owen's despair), and Chris told us he'd reviewed the confessionals. "There's lots of hate-on in this group! Which is awesome! While I normally protect your privacy, in the spirit of airing your laundry, I'm gonna go live with your confessionals!"

Okay, no one was safe now. As it was, Chris aired mine first. "Pack your bags, Heather. I'm not sure how you made it this far, but get lost. Oh, and let everyone know that you were the one who stole Eva's MP3 player in the first place in hopes of making her lose her temper." I glanced over. Eva was scowling straight at Heather now, who looked terrified. My work was done.

Heather's vote was next. "Since Leshawna's immune, there's no other choice but ragaholic Eva."

Eva's glare intensified.

Duncan had voted the same way I did. "I vote for Heather, because I know she's behind Courtney getting kicked off. You'll pay for that, toots." His face on the screen softened as he said the next words to his absent girlfriend. "If you're watching this on cable, I miss you, babe."

I gave a sigh. Why did Geoff have to tell me he thought I had a thing for Duncan? No matter how it started, I couldn't ignore it now.

Gwen was next. "Eva's a freak, so see ya."

Bridgette. "Please, please, Eva. I'm so glad you never air these."

DJ. "Eva's nuts. Sorry, girl."

Geoff. "It's gotta be Eva, unless I can figure out who snagged my other lucky hat."

Lindsay, who was still rubbing her hand over her waxed face. "I just can't get over how smooth this is! Oh, and I vote off Ava, because she's scarier than Heather, Laquisha, and Gwen combined." Wow, she'd managed to get half the names right. She'd only called me by name a few times, and only once had she gotten it right. I later on told her "If it's easier to remember, you can just call me Steph. Okay? I hate being called by the wrong name."

Eva had her confessional shown, but it was the last one. "Unless they wanna leave in body bags, they better not say my name. I vote for Heather."

In any case, Eva was gone. "This isn't the end of me!" she shrieked. "You better watch your backs! I'm not done! I'll get my revenge!"

She was taken to the Boat of Losers, still yelling, in a straightjacket. "I'm not done with you! Oh, and Izzy lied! She wasn't in the woods! She-"

"Wow, she has issues, huh?" Izzy laughed. "Party in Leshawna's new crib!"

But even then, while the party happened, I whispered to Izzy "What did Eva mean? Were you really somewhere else?"

Izzy shrugged. "Why would I lie? And if I did, I probably couldn't tell you where I was. I mean, if I was somewhere else. Which I wasn't."

Okay. Izzy was weird, and a little bit nuts. But that night, I started finally getting to know her, and by the end of the night, we were firm friends.

What can I say? Crazy people were fun.

Yes, I always intended for Stephanie to make friends with Izzy! She's #13 on my contestant rankings, and she's not the first psycho Stephanie has befriended.