A/N: Last chapter, here we go!

Jo stared at the brick-shaped device on her bed. Her phone had remained dead since she'd stopped charging it in London after silencing all the thousands of notifications it had been non-stop receiving. She'd been unpacking and it fell out between some of her clothes.

It was just a phone. It couldn't actually hurt her.

Especially while it was dead.

She warily looked for her charger as if she was searching for some sort of explosive. She found it in a suitcase pocket, extremely tangled. She plugged it into the wall and looked away.

It was just a phone!

A brick!

Brick.

Brick had probably texted her. Last she'd checked he was interning at a clothing company, still pursuing his fashion dreams in a pair of camo pants and combat boots.

She'd never mentioned she was going to the Olympics to him. Why hadn't she?

Why did he come to mind so quickly? They weren't that communicative with each other. He did his own thing after the show, he never got abducted or willingly brought back for a second go.

He got off easy, now that she thought about it.

He'd probably be disappointed to hear that she didn't actually compete. Like everyone else would be.

Not that they'd really cared in the first place.

It was later that she picked it up and stared at the blank screen again.

Don't think. Just click. They're pixels on a screen. They can't do anything to you.

That wasn't true but she swallowed dryly and turned it on anyway.

Her messenger app was completely covered in new text notifications from different people. Her phone had been called dozens of times.

One of the numbers was the same one for Duncan's prison. Another she recognized as Lightning's, despite having not messaged him in forever. A group text that had been renamed 'Olympian Support Committee'—since when had it been called that? At least half her former cast mates were in there and the chat had been virtually dead for well over a year— had surpassed five hundred.

It doesn't mean anything.

She moved to her contacts and unconsciously moved her fingers to hit the numbers from the sheet of paper she didn't really remember taking, but it could've only come from one person.

She wasn't going to try and talk to her, though.

She wasn't sure why she wanted her number in there to begin with. She could've thrown it out at any time. She should've thrown it out.

Jo put the device back down. She had more to unpack.

Too much to unpack.

Unless I decide otherwise in the future, this is the last chapter of this story. Thanks for reading. If you made it this far, please let me know any final thoughts you have. :)

I have a Total Drama/Legend of Korra crossover story I'm actively updating right now called Split the Difference if you're looking for something else of mine to read and you're familiar with both worlds. For more of me writing Jo and Sky I recommend Mike's Cinderella Story where they are minor but important characters.

Laters *backflips onto a hot air balloon*