"Gwen!" Trent exclaimed, running into the Main Lodge, seeing her sitting there with Chris, Dawn, Scott, Sierra, Jasmine, Devin, Heather, Sammy, Eva, and Lindsay. The rest of the contestants had yet to arrive, those being Mike, Harold, Jazelle, Blaineley, Bridgette, and Carrie.

"Hello Trent," Chris greeted. "Glad you could make it. We were just filling Gwen in on her loss. Oh, dang… I almost feel for you too. This must be tough seeing your girlfriend go. You guys were OG, and that's why I say almost. Because I also kind of don't care."

Mike, Harold, and Carrie walked in together.

"That's enough, Chris," Sammy stepped in. "They're going through enough as it is."

"Oh you're right Sammy," Chris said. "Dang you must feel so lucky that your team didn't find Gwen on time. Because look whose head is rested on your shoulder. You would've lost that gem."

Trent glared over to Sammy and Dawn, then back to Gwen. "I promise you Gwen, some of us were actually trying to find you."

"Chris, stop!" Heather yelled. "You have no reason to meddle with the drama."

"Sorry to burst your bubble Heather, but I'm the host. I can do whatever the heck I want." Chris responded. "In which, weren't you searching with Samey?"

"It's Sammy," Jasmine stated as Bridgette, Blaineley, and Jazelle walked in. "You better watch yourself, Chris."

Chris chuckled and looked around the cast, "The elimination is no surprise by now. We'll have a ceremony later at 8pm tonight. Don't worry Gwen, the tank is even smaller than the truck."

Gwen gulped, her head hung.

Chris snickered and exited through the back door, leaving off with that.

Gwen, ashamed and embarrassed, got up and left the Lodge with swiftness.

Trent looked back at Sammy and shook his head, "Thanks a lot Sammy." He stood up and followed Gwen out.

Sammy sat there with Dawn, Heather, and Jasmine. Everyone else had cleared out the cabin. "Great, now he's mad at me. And it wasn't even my idea."

"Idea?" Jasmine asked. "What do you mean?"

"We found Dawn and Gwen first, but Gwen was still sleeping," Heather responded.

"It was only through the window of the truck though," Dawn mentioned. "I could sense what they were talking about and gave them a thumbs up for their plan."

"That plan being?" Jasmine asked.

"That we would tip off somebody from your team where we had found Dawn and Gwen," Sammy responded. "So that they would go find them and keep her in. Instead of Gwen. It just so happened to be Sierra and Scott that we walked past. So they found them."

"But you can't tell anybody," Heather insisted. "Especially not Trent."

"I promise you, my lips are sealed," Jasmine said.

Dawn looked towards Heather. "I owe you one. Thank you for looking after us."

Heather smiled and hugged Dawn. "Anytime. I better go talk to Gwen, though. I want to clear my name, y'know?"

"That's fine. In fact, Dawn and I will come with you," Sammy said as they all stood up from the table and headed out the Main Lodge.

The door shut as the camera panned around to the lady's room door. Eva krept out, phone in hand. When everyone else had cleared the Lodge the first time, they hadn't noticed Eva slipping into the bathroom.

"Her lips may be sealed…" Eva began. "But not mine."

Heather, Sammy, and Dawn entered the cabin where Gwen and Trent were alone.

"Oh, I bet you're just in here to rub it in, huh?" Gwen asked.

"Gwen, what are you talking about?" Sammy asked. "We never wanted to hurt you, and we were searching just as much as the others."

"The fact that we were searching together is only coincidence. I mean how is it fair that we're blamed for not finding you and not the others?" Heather questioned.

"Then why would Chris bring it up?" Trent asked.

"Are you kidding me?" Heather exclaimed. "Trent, listen. It's Chris. He will try to paint any narrative to paint drama. That man only cares about ratings."

"She's right, Trent," Gwen sighed. "He saw that you were mad at Sammy and so he egged it out. Then when Heather stepped in, he threw it onto her. I mean, what's the difference between you not finding me or Harold and Mike not finding me?"

"Thank you, Gwen," Dawn began. "I hope you're not mad at me or anything."

"Dawn, I could never be mad at you," Gwen stated. "We're good, I promise."

"Actually, we do appreciate you guys coming in to check in on her," Trent sighed. "And I'm sorry for calling you Samey. It was uncalled for and I know how much negativity it has behind it."

Sammy nodded, "It's okay. You were in defense of Gwen and your emotions got the best of you. I forgive you."

"This is really cheesy and I can't believe I'm saying this… I'll likely regret it later," Heather began. "But group hug?"

Gwen cringed, "Ew, but… it couldn't hurt. Let's go for it."

Carrie walked into the hideout, with Devin and Jasmine both inside sitting on stumps. "I got your text… what's going on?"

"During the challenge, I talked to Jasmine about continuing the PGA. Since we're together and you and Jasmine and in an alliance, why not form a three way team?" Devin suggested.

"And though it isn't the same PGA, it's like a rebirth. Who knows, perhaps we could build it from the ground up again?" Jasmine added.

"I would love to!" Carrie exclaimed. "May not be the original trio, but it surely works nicely as one."

"Great! And luckily for all of us, there's no voting tonight," Devin said. "So we don't have to worry about being eliminated."

"You know what… if I had a drink then I would cheer to that!" Jasmine exclaimed.

Blaineley Confessional:

"I need to check in with my alliance with Sierra. I know Eva isn't the most reliable person in the world, and neither is Heather. The problem is, Sierra has been making some sly remarks herself and joking around with Jazelle and the others. And because Cody is gone, I don't know how stable the alliance is. And that's what I need right now. Stability."

Blaineley and Sierra were in the Eagle's cabin by themselves. They weren't really talking so Blaineley had to initiate the conversation.

"Sierra, how are you doing with the Cody thing?" Blaineley asked.

"Well, at first it really saddened me. But I talked to Mike and he actually lifted my spirits," Sierra responded.

"You mean to tell me that you were working with him?" Blaineley asked. "Have you forgotten about our alliance we made?"

"No… I remember it, but I was never going behind your back if that's what you think. We were just talking because I lost Cody and he lost Zoey. That's all."

"Good, because may I remind you that if you're sneaking behind my back for other alliances… I can and will take you down myself," Blaineley threatened. "Do you understand me?"

Sierra got up from the bed, facing Blaineley face to face, "Yes, I understand you."

Blaineley nodded, "No more talking to Mike."

With that, Blaineley left the cabin and Sierra went onto her phone.

"Might as well indulge in past Blaineley moments in World Tour. History tends to repeat itself."

Sierra Confessional:

"Back in TDWT, Blaineley used Chef Hatchet to get ahead. Seeing as he was part of the staff, I wouldn't be surprised if she's doing the same thing now. I'll have to do some… stalking as Scott puts it."

Elimination Ceremony

"Greetings campers! Welcome to our elimination ceremony. Since we all know our loser, I'll be brief with this. Mike, Lindsay, Sammy, Trent, Eva, Heather, Carrie, and Harold. Come and get your marshmallows."

Gwen nodded and stood up, "Honestly, I'm not too upset by this."

"Gwen," Chris began. "You are truly a staple to this show. We here at Total Drama thank you for your continuous dedication on our program."

"W-wow…" Gwen stuttered. "I'm actually a little taken back."

Chris smiled softly, "Well there's no need to be taken back. Because it's called acting. There's no 'we' here, only me. And me, myself, and I are dying to see you get dunked tonight. Chop chop! Get climbing."

Gwen looked Chris up and down and scoffed, "I should've seen that one coming."

Trent walked up to Gwen and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "As the first season, I hope you'll be rooting for me back home."

Gwen smirked and planted a kiss on his cheek as well, "I promise I will be. Bye everyone!"

The scene changed to Gwen standing inside the Dunk Tank of Doom.

"The walls are so tiny! Aren't they Gwen?" Chris asked.

"Just shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Gwen yelled.

Chris yawned, "I'm getting bored with her. Fire!"

Chef Hatchet fired the Tennis Ball Blaster of Despair, sending Gwen down a 20 foot drop and into the rushing waters.

Chris sighed and smiled, "I love that sound of rushing water." He turned to the camera, "With alliances sprouting up like weeds, which ones will stand the test of time? Merge is just a day away, so who will get the final boot before the teams fray? Find out next time… on Total… Drama… Ultimate!"