So, disaster movies. Aw, memories of the Universal Studios Tour in LA. Thanks for reviewing, Gage the Hedgehog.

We had a break the next day. I kept back from Duncan about what I'd told the rest of my team (and they had sworn not to say anything), but I did tell him that the whole I Know What You Did stunt was my idea.

"I knew you wouldn't be scared by anything in a horror movie," I grinned, "So I figured that I had to be a little more creative." I frowned. "Although Lindsay was being annoying. She had some good ideas, but for some reason she was getting really bossy and telling everyone what to do. I had to argue a bit with her before she let me be the killer."

"Props, Stephie." Duncan said, although his face remained deadpan. Then he grinned. "But I could've scared you way quicker!"

"No way!" I said. "I may have told you my life story, but if I can willingly go into a room with a creepy living ventriloquist dummy and not find it weird that I have a dead girl in my head, you couldn't get me freaked out if you tried harder than physically possible!"

As well as talking, we planned a few more pranks to play on Harold when we weren't doing challenges, and I also had a major argument with Heather that night, when she borrowed my foundation without asking and used most of it up. She got really mad when I told her it made her look like Casper the Friendly Ghost. "You're just as white and pale and as bald as he is!"

After I told Duncan about Roxy, actually, I wondered if I could call her up again. Last time I'd called dead-girl Roxanne with a problem on my hands, she'd come back in my dreams and tried to help. But I hadn't spoken to her since I was fourteen.

Well, that night, she visited me again.

"Hey, Steph." Roxanne said tentatively. Last time we talked, I'd yelled at her. "You called me?"

"I just wanted to talk." I told her. "Have you been watching?"

Roxy gave a nod. "It's not easy to avoid Total Drama." she admitted. "I used to love reality shows, even though I would never ever go on one. Total Drama Island was on cable, and I caught a glimpse of it when I was watching my parents, and my mom was surfing channels." Her face fell, and she gave a sigh. "I wish I could tell my parents that I'm okay."

I gave her a look. "Get on with it."

"Oh, right." Roxy smiled quickly. "So when I heard of Total Drama, I decided to watch the island for a little while. I got to know a lot about everyone there – okay, I only got to see it after Katie left, but I found out a ton about everyone else. There was a lot behind the scenes, and to be honest, I was pretty surprised to see you there." She paused. "But I knew instantly that you were Gwen's double. Although I didn't expect you and Duncan to get so close."

"Who did you root for?" I asked.

"You, obviously." Roxanne said.

"If you didn't, you don't have to lie to me."

"No, really! If I had to choose someone else, probably Bridgette. Or Gwen. Pretty much the only person I didn't want in the finale was Heather." Roxy shuddered. "She's scary."

I shrugged. "I hate her too. But she's easy to handle. Get on her case about her baldness and she'll shut up."

Roxy giggled. "By the way, you know that girl who was making fanblogs about everyone and vlogging about each episode?"

I frowned. "That uber-fangirl with the purple hair? What about her?"

"She's made about a million audition tapes." Roxy told me. "I kept an eye on her after you found her online, because she sounded interesting. The producers haven't accepted her yet, but she's still trying. She doesn't like this season as much as last season, though. She's put a campaign on her main page about bringing Cody back."

I burst out laughing. "Of all the people who could come back, Cody? I'd rather have Evezilla or Noah-it-all. At least they're fun to hang out with."

Roxy gave one sly smile. "One more thing, Steph."

"Yeah?"

"Don't count Beth out as a weakling or a loser just yet. There's a lot more to her than you think."

I didn't expect anything to come of that comment. It had really confused me. But that morning after that dream had a surprise revelation in store. We were all trying to eat Chef's grey slop that he'd served (now that DJ was gone, the food just went down in quality) without much success, when Beth said something interesting. "I wish my boyfriend was here! He's such a great cook."

"Boyfriend?" Heather repeated. "I don't remember any talk of a boyfriend."

"Oh yeah, I have a boyfriend." Beth said. "I love my boyfriend. What? Didn't I mention my boyfriend before?"

Yeah, none of us bought this. Beth said her boyfriend's name was Brady, and she did bring out a picture of a guy, but it was a picture from a modelling agency with the guy's description on the back, as Justin figured out. Beth insisted that her boyfriend was a model, and that they met in between shows, when they were both getting their braces off. But as I was on good terms with Beth, I didn't encourage or deny her little fantasy. After all, she'd grow out of it, even if it took her a little longer than it took most girls.

I remembered what Roxy had said – there was a lot more to Beth than met the eye. But I had assumed that she was a stronger competitor than she appeared. I'd seen flashes of this in her boldness in the alien challenge, and her creative paper-mache/friendship bracelet idea in the beach challenge. Yeah, that was what Roxy meant. Beth's boyfriend story couldn't be real – it was way too far-fetched.

Leshawna pointed out what we'd all been thinking. "You've been chasing after a boy all this time with a honey back home?" Chalk up another point against Beth's story.

"Sure my boyfriend's a model, but he's still just a guy." Beth shrugged it off. "Justin is a supermodel. I can't help myself! Now that my braces are off, it's a whole new dating world!"

Justin looked pretty scared at that, and I glared at him. "Stop acting like dating Beth wouldn't be fun. Any guy would be lucky to have her." Okay, a bit of a stretch...but so what if Beth wasn't pretty? She was sweet and friendly.

After that, Harold grabbed all the straws on his table, and the rest of us fell to talking about the previous subject – the horrible food.

Of course, once Chef came in, we started talking about how "great" the food was. We knew how Chef was going to react – he knew we hated his food – but he was more vicious with people who straight out said bad stuff about it.

"I give it five stars!" Owen piped up. Then again, he probably did like it.

"I hate suck-ups." Chef muttered, then walked off.

"Not to worry, folks, you won't be holding on to your lunch for much longer!" Chris came in. Oh, good, he planned another torture fest.

"It's breakfast." I corrected. "What kind of challenge did you plan for today?"

"Oh, nothing." Chris said. "Just that your day will be total distaster. It's a disaster movie theme! You know, like a disaster flick?"

I gave a sigh. Oh well, at least it would be a true reality TV challenge. An obstacle course.

Well, okay, the course was not too hard for some people. Even with Chef throwing stuff at us and the course shaking, I managed to crawl above the monkey bars and swing below, depending on where Chef was aiming.

The lava was easy enough to avoid, but the golf balls were painful.

"No!" Justin wailed. "Not the face!"

The Gaffers were in the lead. But then, as the golf balls began being shot at us, Owen called out "Everyone, get behind me!" He took a few shots, and we began to catch up. Chef continued to throw things. As I scrambled over the wall, Izzy and Owen started a little argument over who went next (or second to last). But then, Owen was up...just as Chef's book hit him right in the jaw.

"Oh no, Owen!" cried Izzy. "Are you okay?"

Owen had broken his jaw. Until it was mended, he was going to have to eat everything as a blended mix through a straw.

"Omigosh, Owen!" I rushed over to him. "You'll be okay, right? If anything else like this happens, I am so gonna push you to sue."

Chris scowled when I said that, muttering something about having enough law suits. Well, what did he expect when his challenges were more over-the-top than anything on reality TV before?

Eventually, Owen was taken to hospital to have his jaws wired shut, and we won due to a handicap, which meant we had the advantage in the next challenge – a piece of paper with a code in Roman numbers written on it.

Each team was sitting in an inflatable boat, ready to go into a safe. Once we were in, a red light started flashing, and a siren went off.

"What's going on?" wondered Justin.

"Who cares?" Beth wrapped her arms around him. "I could stay like this all day." Justin edged away.

Chris' voice blared through an intercom. "For this challenge, you've gotta get out before it's too late!"

And that's when the water began to spill into the safe.

"I wish my boyfriend was here!" Beth said. "He's a registered lifeguard!"

"Oh yeah, it would be great if he was here." Izzy replied. "You're right. You know what would be better?"

"What?"

"If he existed in the first place! Now let's get out of this death trap!"

"Stop it, Izzy!" I snapped. "The water isn't even up to our ankles now, but that won't be true for long. Those roman numbers...I'll bet that all we need to do is put them into a lock where the exit is, and we'll be free. Who had the paper, and where's the lock?"

There was one in the middle of the floor. Beth crouched down to inspect it. "It's a combination lock, all right!"

Izzy found the paper in one of Lindsay's pockets. Lindsay herself just said "How are we ever going to open it?"

"What are the numbers, Izzy?" I asked.

But everyone started arguing over it, and by the time Justin got involved, the paper was dropped into the water, and when Izzy and I picked it up, it was too blurry to read.

"So, come on." Justin prompted. "What are the numbers? Read them out."

Izzy threw the paper down. Both of us spoke at the same time. "I'm surrounded by loons!"

There was a hatch on the ceiling, but it was impossible to get to, because when we opened it, we met a shark, mouth first. Beth started talking about how her boyfriend taught her how to hold her breath for ages because he could do it for underwater photo shoots.

"My agent wants me to learn that." Justin commented.

"Brady could teach you!" Beth offered. "Then I'd have you both to myself!"

By this time, we were all halfway to drowning. But you know who rescued us? Harold. Well, the Gaffers won, but when he opened one of the hatches underwater (using the straws he'd taken as a snorkel), the water drained out of both safes, and Chris let us out. But we'd lost again.

Oh, and also, we found out something very interesting – from Heather, of all people! Leshawna had fake cried to get the spa day reward in the hospital challenge. Me, I didn't care so much. A Gaffer had to get the reward, and she and Duncan did all the work. One of them deserved it. But Heather and the other Gaffers were pretty pissed.

But Leshawna was still my friend. I wasn't angry. I did confront her about it, but it went more like this: "Hey, heard you fake cried for the spa night. Props, girl. But let's be honest, you deserved it."

Of course, that wasn't the last we'd hear of the spa night. But at that moment, I wasn't stressed about it.

Yeah, we'll get to the trash talking later...