Total Drama Death Tour

by Penguindude64

For the third season of Total Drama, Chris McLean knows exactly how to keep the audiences interest! 15 campers return with two newbies and discover a brutal twist! In a savage struggle between the fine lines of life and death, one camper will emerge victorious and spare themselves a gruesome end. Who can dodge the dangers on the bloodied path to victory? Find out on TDDT!

3. Episode 1: Alive yet Dead Inside Part 2

Heya, Penguindude64 here with my third of three Christmas updates! Hope you all have a merry Christmas and a happy New Year! This chapter of Death Tour focuses on the interactions between characters between the announcement of the killing game and arrival in Egypt, so character development continues! Hope you all enjoy the end of Episode 1, as I'm gonna tackle the entire challenge and first elimination in Episode 2!

Guest: Thanks for reviewing, my paragraphs are a weak point of mine, I'll admit. I think I've done them better this time around, but I don't actually know what people are looking for with regards to my paragraphs.

Alive Yet Dead Inside Part 2: Begin…

At that moment, many people acted. DJ was quick to scream at this turn of events, curling himself into a ball. Izzy shot up from her position on the floor, excited by this turn of events. Lindsay joined in the screaming, quick to recognise the danger presented to the group. Some of those quicker to think on their feet, namely Noah and Alejandro, were quick to reach the other end of the room and prepared themselves to slip out without a word. However, their hands quickly shot up in shock when they both found a rifle pointed at their chests, slowly stepping back towards the group. Before Cody could stop her, Sierra wrapped her arms around him in an effort to both keep him safe and calm herself down. Cody, who would normally not have been comfortable with such harsh contact, didn't resist, too shocked to ask her to stop. The majority of campers froze, not willing to move in fear of being shot. However, one ignored the atmosphere of dread being cultivated amongst the teens and stood up. Duncan slammed his fist on the table to get the attention of the group of panicking teens and, surprisingly, it worked.

Whilst everyone was terrified, even DJ managed to shut up when he realised that the person making the loud sound may have something important to say to save them from this situation. "Are you guys seriously falling for this?" Duncan asked, clearly disappointed by the people around him. "I mean, seriously, we've known this psychopath for over a year! You know what kind of person he is! Sure, he'll put us in dangerous situations, but he'll never actively try to kill us. He's all bark and no bite." Duncan elaborated on his previous statement, moving from his seat and approaching the host and the interns surrounding him. "So, drop the act already." Duncan demanded, glaring at the host. Chris locked eyes with the delinquent, clearly shocked at his resistance. However, this shock was replaced with his trademark grin as he proceeded to speak. "Oh, I'm bluffing, am I? If you're so sure, why not come closer? There's no danger in that, right?" Chris innocently asked as the interns made sure their aim was honed on the delinquent. "Gladly." Duncan replied as he smirked, walking towards the host.

"What's there to be scared of? It's just a toy." Duncan once again dissed Chris's ploy, even if it almost seemed like he was attempting to re-assure himself. "Wow, even I'm not that daring! Walking up to a rifle?! You're even more crazy than me!" Izzy exclaimed, impressed by Duncan's bravery. At that, Duncan froze. Izzy of all people? Izzy, of all people, was telling him that they were real guns. The one with the most experience with them. "What's wrong, Duncan? Scared?" Chris asked, grinning in his direction. His smirk betrayed nothing as to whether this was a joke or not. Duncan considered stopping until Chris taunted him. Duncan? Scared? Duncan was never scared. Nothing fazed him.

Duncan's temper flared, as with one swift motion, his pocket knife appeared in his hand, glinting in the light. "Nothing scares me." Duncan snarled. "Then why don't you prove it?" Chris asked, noticing that Duncan still hadn't continued his advance. Duncan sighed as he prepared himself to beat the crap out of Chris. "Alright, but you wanted this…" He muttered. Before he could continue towards his fate, a hand grasped Duncan's. It was a weak grip, shaky, one which he could easily ignore…but Duncan decided to turn around to face the person. Courtney. She was absolutely terrified. She really believed that this was real. "D-Duncan…" Courtney shakily muttered, almost a whisper. Duncan could recognise how much of a struggle it had taken for Courtney to stand up and make her way to him, considering how real this situation seemed to her. "P-please…d-don't. I…" She continued as she clung to the delinquent's hand, as if it would be the last time she could do so. "I-I d-don't w-want to l-lose you." Courtney finished, as her tear-filled eyes locked with Duncan's concerned ones.

She…this wasn't like Courtney at all. Courtney wasn't the type of person to be this vulnerable in front of everyone. She kept up a façade of being strong and confident in everything she did but only when it was just her and him, she let her guard down. For Courtney to drop that…to be vulnerable in front of everyone…it told Duncan that maybe he shouldn't call Chris's bluff. What did Duncan gain from calling his bluff? Personal satisfaction? What if…it wasn't a bluff? What did Duncan gain from that? A body full of bullet holes and a traumatised Courtney. Duncan grunted, frustrated at the fact that backing down would mean that he was allowing Chris to win. To be superior to him. But even though Duncan never let anyone get the better of him…it didn't matter to him as much as it would normally in this moment. "Fine…for Courtney…" Duncan re-assured himself quietly, before speaking up. "Okay. I won't." Duncan replied, firmly gripping Courtney's hand and leading her back to her seat. She shakily followed, sitting herself down. Duncan moved to go back to his seat, but Courtney didn't let go of his hand. Duncan stored his pocket knife away and sat next to her, quickly picking up on the fact that she didn't want him to do anything rash and so wanted him at her side.

"Alright! Now that bad boy Duncan has gone running to his girlfriend, how's about I explain the changes to the game with this in mind?" Chris commented, watching with delight as the teens stayed silent, clearly too terrified to draw attention to themselves. "Alright, fine. Stay silent. So, the rules of the game remain the same! You'll all be split into teams and compete in challenges! The losing team will head to an elimination ceremony, where one of their players may or may not be eliminated from the game! This is the big change: elimination equals execution!" Chris cheerfully explained, as if he was sharing good news with the campers when in fact he was doing the opposite.

"Basically, don't lose! Once enough of you guys have been cut, we'll transition to the merge portion of the game, where you'll all be competing individually for immunity and safety from being voted out of life itself! Make it to the final two and compete in our final challenge, where you and one other person will battle it out for the million-dollar prize and to determine who the last casualty of our death tour will be! Any questions?" Chris finished his explanation there, leaving the campers with a lot to process. Silence dominated the plane as Chris finished his explanation. "Good! Alright, I'll see you guys when we arrive at our first destination! Prepare yourselves for Total Drama: Death Tour! I was gonna make you sing a song to kick this thing off but I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna get much. So…each of you has to record a confessional this time around instead!" Chris exclaimed, sidling out of the dining hall with the interns in tow. The camera zoomed out to show a group of terrified teenagers, warily staring around the dining hall, unsure of what to do.

Confessional

Noah – Noah was the first to enter the bathroom. He sat on the toilet, dishevelled from his encounter with a rifle pointed at him. Instead of terror showcased by a large variety of the teens, Noah simply seemed…tired. "Okay…" Noah mumbled as he attempted to re-assure himself, splashing some water from the tap on his face as he pondered his next words carefully. "Well, that was a mess." Noah began by stating the obvious. "I'd love to believe that Duncan is right about this whole thing being fake…but something about the way Chris is acting and the fact that he hasn't told us it was a prank yet tells me otherwise. I know him pretty well after all, since I had to work for the psychopath." Noah explained, providing a basis for his beliefs. "Let's just hope that for once, I'm wrong about this whole thing." He continued, his tiredness giving way to a determined look which looked alien upon the brainiac's face. "On the assumption this is real, I have the ability to win this thing." He stated as his eyes locked with the camera. "What I lack in brawn I make up for with my brain. I'm probably the most intelligent person on the plane." He elaborated, as he pointed a finger at himself. "I got booted early last time, I admit. But this time is different. Last time, I didn't try and expected my teammates to keep me just because I was intelligent. Ironic how my stupidity is exactly what got me eliminated. This time, I'm actually going to try. Try my hardest in challenges, try my best to win this game." Noah explained his new game plan with increased enthusiasm and a small smirk. "Why doesn't that feel like enough?" Noah queried, confident façade cracking as he spoke.

Leshawna – Leshawna was the next to enter, a dissatisfied expression plastered on her face as she shut the door and sat down. None of her usual confidence seemed in place as she uncertainly looked from side to side. "Look, I don't know whether this whole thing is real or not…" Leshawna began. "But, if it is, then Shawnie needs to get her head in the game." Leshawna concluded, an angry expression settling on her face. "If I want to win this, then I have to be brutal. It means I have to be ready to make alliances with people and stab them in the back without hesitation when the time is right." Leshawna explained, clearly conflicted on whether what she was saying was right. Whether she was actually going to follow through with anything she was saying, whether she could do that to these people that she'd known for over a year was something she debated as she spoke. Her friends. "But can I really do that if Harold is the one who needs to be backstabbed?" Leshawna questioned herself, clearly at a loss for how to deal with this situation. The confessional ended on the rhetorical question Leshawna had posed for herself, one she would have to dedicate serious time to as quickly as possible.

Duncan – Duncan absentmindedly flicked his collar as he stared at the wall of the confessional, a frown plastered on his face. "I still don't believe this is real." He stated quickly, before going back to staring off into space. "But that doesn't mean I want to remain on the show anymore after this sick prank Chris is pulling on us." Duncan stated, his eyes flicking to the camera with a frustrated glare. "If anyone's gonna get out of here, it's gonna be the guy who's escaped from juvie more times than he can count. And once I'm sure that those guns are a bluff, you're a dead man, McLean." Duncan threatened, pointing at the camera with a threatening glare and once again brandishing his pocket knife. "Mark my words." Duncan finished with as the camera cut to static.

Alejandro – Alejandro kept a reassuring smile on his face, waiting until the confessional door was fully closed. With that, Alejandro took a seat, wearing a pained expression. "I…am worried." Alejandro confessed, as if merely saying this was physically causing Alejandro pain. "My strategy before was simple. Use my good looks and social skills to manipulate my fellow competitors into their downfall." Alejandro explained, sending a vacant glance to the camera. "But now that there is a possibility of death looming over us, everyone is bound to be on their guard. I am unsure of how I can get them to trust me." Alejandro stated his worries and realised just how frightened he was. Alejandro slapped himself. Come on Alejandro, you're a Burromuerto. There is no time for weakness. You must dominate this game regardless. "But I am a Burromuerto. Burromuertos don't lose. Ever. I'll find a way to survive this game, no matter what I must do and no matter who I have to do it to." Alejandro told the audience, one which Alejandro realised that (if this was being broadcasted somehow to the outside world) could contain his family. "Don't worry, mother, father, I will win. I won't disgrace the family name, as promised." He assured, partly to ease their worries and partly to ease his.

Gwen – "I agree with Duncan." Gwen expressed as soon as she sat down. "I know that there were rifles but…this is exactly the kind of prank Chris would pull. I'm sure that we'll all be fine." Gwen confidently stated as she stared directly at the camera. So, why did she feel uneasy if she was so certain? Why did she feel like, deep down, she was lying? Why did she feel like Chris was telling the truth? Just in case… "Derek, Mom…I love you guys." She reluctantly added, as she attempted to stop herself from choking up.

Harold – Harold sits with a slight grin on his face as he begins to speak. "I have successfully calculated the chances of this show becoming a death game." Harold stated confidently, holding a finger in the air as he spoke. "Only five percent when you consider external factors such as law enforcement. You see, we're going around many different locations in the world to visit various famous landmarks, if I understand correctly. Therefore, members of the public will see us, providing us with the opportunity to explain our situation. Chris can't take that large a risk without serious repercussion, so it is highly likely that Chris is joking." Harold ranted, clearly happy to be in a position where the one he's trying to converse with can't simply get up and walk away. "If the five percent chance does end up being the case though…" Harold's eyes, previously glimmering with hope, fill with darkness as the geek contemplates his options. "…I should be fine. I hypothesise I have a 20 percent chance of winning this whole thing. Out of seventeen players, those are some pretty good odds!" Harold exclaimed as he tried to keep his outlook on the situation as positive as he could. "My mad skills should help me and my team cruise through the team portion of the game and all of the way through the merge…" Harold began. A moment of silence followed before he finished his sentence. "…I hope."

Izzy – The confessional seemed to be empty until Izzy landed on the ground, apparently having scaled the walls of the confessional in order to cling to the ceiling. "Ooh, this is exciting!" Izzy clapped as she spoke. "We're gonna go around the world with even higher stakes than usual! Ooh, I hope we go to Sweden! I haven't caught up with Juan the Polar Bear in soooo long! He may have tried to eat me, but I really feel a connection between the two of us!" Izzy spoke rapidly, jumping from topic to topic at a moments' notice. "I can't wait to show Big O and maybe even Noah Juan!" She continued, bringing some of her friends into her one-sided conversation with the camera. For a brief moment, her eyes lit up with an emotion that made her seem almost sane at the mention of the duo. It looked like…worry? Whatever it was, it vanished in an instant, as Izzy quickly began bouncing around the walls of the confessional at breakneck speeds, laughing all the while.

Courtney – Courtney sat in the confessional, reviewing a large, printed document she happened to have on her. "Come on, come on! I've reviewed this thing so many times, why can't I find it?!" Courtney exclaimed in frustration as she scanned the document. With a brief glance at the confessional camera, Courtney decided to explain herself. "This is the contract I studied well over 50 times. It's what got me into this mess in the first place." Courtney explained, eyes locked on the document. "Ah, there it is!" Courtney exclaimed, as her eyes lit up and a small smile managed to worm its way on to her face. "The producers of Total Drama are liable for any harm that befalls any participants whilst competing in the extreme challenges during the show. Any accidental incidence of death falls under this category." Courtney read out as she pointed proudly at the contract. Upon finishing her reading, the colour drained from her face. "Harm whilst in the challenges is covered? Only within the challenges? Not at elimination? Any 'accidental' incidence of death?" Courtney questioned as she became increasingly frantic. "Wait, so what would happen if the death was planned?!" Courtney yelled at the camera as her fear began to mount. That fear gave way to unbridled rage as she punched the wall of the confessional. "Augh, I hate you Chris!" Courtney yelled as she screamed. With a few deep breaths she managed to calm herself down, a tear escaping her eye and rolling down her cheek.

Heather – Heather entered the confessional and shut the door behind her, taking her seat. Her eyes were filled with sadness as the last hour or two replayed in her mind. "Did…" She began before stopping, as if she was nervous to vent. "Did I make the right decision in trying to warn everyone?" Heather asked the camera in a purposefully vague manner. Her face promptly took on a scornful expression. "Ah, screw it. Chris is just gonna review the footage of me in economy class anyway. Did I make the right choice in not escaping from this place when I could have?" Heather asked, looking down as she tried to decide. "The one time I try to be nice…was that my undoing?" Heather questioned, looking up to the camera and holding a hand out to her side as if confused. Her pitch-black eyes resembled pools of vulnerability as she mentally wrestled herself on whether she made the right decision after all. With a sigh, Heather quickly locked those pools of vulnerability away as she closed her eyes, attempting to steady herself. When her eyes opened, that vulnerability was replaced by a neutral, unreadable expression. "Ugh, I can't get distracted. If this truly is a game of life or death like I think it is…I need to be ready to dominate in every single challenge I face." Heather asserted as her expression continued to harden. "I'm not going down without a fight." Heather finished, outstretched hand now balled into a fist.

Sierra – Sierra entered the confessional cautiously, eyeing the walls and floor as she walked. Once she was satisfied she had searched enough, she took a seat and stared at the camera. "I have to make sure there's nothing dangerous in here!" Sierra exclaimed, seeming extremely paranoid and on edge. "Cody is coming in next, and I can't let him get hurt! I've watched every single piece of media that Chris has ever been involved in and I know that Chris was telling the truth." Sierra explained, as her eyes flitted anxiously around the confessional. "My plan for the game is simple. All I have to do is stick close to Cody, so I can get both of us to the Final Two! Then…" Sierra paused, waves of conflicting emotions battling on her face and fighting for superiority. The confessional cut before Sierra could decide on what to finish her statement with.

Cody – Cody shakily entered the confessional, unceremoniously plopping down onto the seat. It took the geek a few seconds to muster the will to speak. "I-I d-don't know whether I should believe this…" Cody began, extreme terror and apprehension evident in his voice. It was clear he was attempting to don a façade, to appear much more confident than he actually was, to project the unshakeable ladies' man he always thought of himself as capable of being. "B-but Sierra seems to believe it is." Cody continued in an attempt to bring a girl into the conversation to make himself seem like his mind was on the ladies. Far from the desired effect, it was apparent that Cody was unsure of how to deal with the situation and so felt as if he should gather the opinions of his fellow kidnappees. "If it is real, then I'll have to prote-" Cody added, cutting off as his voice failed to project his façade any longer. Cody attempted to finish his statement once more but all he could do was stutter. Finally, his voice returned, a small squeak compared to its former tone. "P-please send help." The geek finished on as he attempted to keep his emotions in check.

Ezekiel – Ezekiel sat in the confessional with a solemn expression on his face. "This is really bad, homie." Ezekiel began, consulting the camera as if the two were old friends. "I know I'm gonna win this time. I have the smarts, the muscle and the skills to make it to the end." Ezekiel continued. "But I don't know about the new twist Chris added. I want to win but…I don't want to hurt these guys. I don't know them all that well, but they want to live just like I do, eh. I don't want to take that from them." Ezekiel ranted, his expression becoming more downcast the longer he talked. "But…maybe Duncan was right, eh! Maybe Chris is just joking about all that! That way, I can win the million without…" Ezekiel explained, stopping once he realised what he was saying. Kill? Ezekiel may have been determined to win at all costs, but he hadn't grappled with the possibility of taking other's lives just to win. Who would be there to cheer Ezekiel on once he received the million-dollar case? His parents were still mad at him since he shot his mom with an arrow that one time. Would Ezekiel have to kill the only humans he had been properly interacting with to survive? Would he be left with…no-one? As the homeschooled teen mulled this concept over, the camera cut to static.

Tyler – Tyler entered the confessional and took his seat. Unlike some of the contestants that tried to hide their true worries behind a poorly crafted façade, the disturbance on the jock's face was evident. "Chris, dude, if you're watching this, then that was a bad joke." Tyler commented as he locked eyes with the camera. "I know messing with people is your thing, but this is just t-too far." Tyler added, clearly unwilling to believe Chris's words. "I can't believe that what he said was legit. So…my game plan this season stays the same. I'm gonna get Linds to remember me and win the mill with my girl!" Tyler exclaimed, a small smile fighting its way onto his face. At the mention of Lindsay, the jock's smile instantly disappeared. "I really need to talk to her; I don't think she's taking this well." He commented, darkness contrasting the jock's usual light, joyful tone.

Lindsay – Speaking of the blonde, Lindsay seated herself in the confessional, worry scrawled all over her face. It was evident that she had been crying not too long ago. "C-Chip is scaring me." She confessed, her tone unsteady. "He had those…killy things you see in the movies! They kill people!" Lindsay elaborated, clearly blanking on what weapon the contestants had just been threatened with. "I came on this season to finally win the million and buy all the lip gloss I can buy and…" Lindsay began, clearly struggling to talk about whatever she had to say next. "…t-to set up a search party to finally find T-T-Tyler." She admitted, as her downcast glance found the confessional floor. "I-I really need him with me here now, I-I just don't know how I'm going to do this without him." Lindsay continued. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but no lip g-gloss is worth this!" She finished, as tears began to invade her eyes. Before she completely broke down, however, the camera cut to static.

Owen – The big guy was already seated in the confessional, as he used one of his flabby arms to wipe the tears away from his eyes. The big guy's chest heaved as he sobbed through his speech. "Waaaah! I-I'm going to die!" Owen yelled, as the tears freely trickled down his face. "I-I'm not strong enough or smart enough or fast enough to survive!" He complained, his shoulders shaking as his body was racked with heavy sobs. "I-I don't know if I can bring myself to vote someone off, knowing…" Owen continued, before a particularly heavy sob cut him off. "H-how am I g-gonna help my parents now?!" The big guy yelled, clearly distraught that the issue he had put so much thought into was one he believed he would never be able to solve. "Sweet sorbet, someone help us! Mom, dad, anyone! Please get me out of here!" Owen screamed as he burst out of the confessional, running away as fast as he could.

Bridgette – Bridgette set herself down on the confessional seat with a surprisingly happy painted on her face. "H-hey guys, first confessional of the new season!" Bridgette exclaimed, volume noticeably lower than usual. "I-I can't wait to try my best to make it all the way to the top this time after how badly I did last time." She extended, seeming as if she was going to completely ignore the most pressing topic to talk about. She gave the camera a stare, as if it were speaking to her. "What? I'm not avoiding that topic. It was just another p-prank the…p-producers are pulling on us. That's all!" Bridgette replied to the camera as if it had spoken to her, tone becoming increasingly unsteady the more she spoke. After a few seconds of pure silence, a lone tear trickled down Bridgette's cheek. "I love you, Geoff. Please keep yourself safe while I'm…" Bridgette tried to finish before her breath caught in her throat. After a moment, she finished her sentence off. "g-g-gone." Bridgette managed to finish, the double meaning in the sentence clear.

DJ – The last teen to make a confessional was already seated when the camera showed the confessional once more. The big guy's sobbing was incredibly easy to make out as he cried into his hands, covering his face. The brickhouse with heart spent about a minute doing this, until he finally mustered the courage to say one thing. "M-Momma…" He muttered as he continued to cry.

End Confessional

The camera returned to the dining hall, in which all 17 teens were located, frozen in place from the events that had just taken place. After a few minutes of silence reigned over the dining hall, someone finally made a move. Noah started walking to the exit to the dining hall, purpose implied by the rapid movement of his feet. "N-Noah? What are you doing?" Courtney asked. The brainiac didn't bother to turn himself around as he continued walking. "What? I'm heading to the cargo hold." The nerd replied, as he continued to trudge off. "What?! D-Don't you want to look for a way out of here?!" DJ asked, on the verge of breaking down once more. At that, Noah spun around. "Dude, just look out the window." Noah replied as he pointed a thumb lazily in the general direction of the nearest window. "We're not getting out of here for a while. I recommend that everyone finds a way to relax…or don't, I really don't care." Noah replied. Once he left this hint, Noah, satisfied, left the earshot of the remaining 16 campers.

Sierra was the first to make a move. She looked out of the nearest window and gasped. "W-we're in the air?!" Sierra squeaked, quickly latching on to Cody, who looked shocked but offered no further protest. Upon confirming this fact, the group of campers remaining in the dining hall had to accept the facts: none of them would be able to escape until the plane landed. It was an upsetting discovery for all, even those who doubted Chris's words were off-put at the fact that they had no available escape until the plane actually landed. Once that discovery had had its time to settle amongst the contestants and dampen the mood among them even further, Alejandro stood up from his seat. "If anyone requires my assistance, I will be in the cargo hold also." He explained, as he too left the dining hall.

From that point onward, it was evident that many of the captive contestants did not want to stick in a giant group for the duration of the flight, something that made control freaks such as Courtney even more nervous. However, with Duncan's re-assurance, even she left the dining hall. There were those that remained in the dining hall (such as Owen, Izzy, DJ and Bridgette), those who decided to relax in first class (such as Duncan, Courtney, Leshawna, Harold, Ezekiel, Cody and Sierra), those who hid themselves away in the expansive cargo hold (such as Heather, Alejandro, Noah and Lindsay) and even those who settled for economy class (such as Gwen and Tyler) but there was one common theme amongst all of these teens: an ever present sense of dread for what would happen next after the ten and a half hour flight came to an end.

The camera remained in the dining hall, with Owen, Izzy, DJ and Bridgette. Izzy had quickly navigated her way to the supply of food available and found to her delight that there were already ready-made plates of Chef Hatchet's world-renowned disgusting cooking. The white paste barely looked edible as some of the blobs writhed on their plates. However, this was irrelevant to Izzy, who, with a grin, stuffed the contents of one of the plates into her mouth instantly, chewed and swallowed. "Mmm, now that hits the spot!" Izzy exclaimed as she grabbed as many plates as she could carry, placing them down on the table the other three contestants in the dining hall had situated themselves upon. Izzy, looking around the table, noticed that Bridgette and DJ seemed to be in the middle of a deep conversation and so turned to her boyfriend, hoping he would appreciate her efforts. Owen seemed to be staring into space as a few tears trickled down his cheek. Izzy, with a concerned frown, placed a hand on his shoulder. Owen's dark eyes jolted to meet her emerald ones as he subtly shook. "Aww, what's wrong, Big O?" Izzy questioned. "O-Owen is…" Owen began, adapting to using the third person in line with Izzy. "Owen is…fine. Owen is fine. The whole flying thing is scary for Owen." He admitted after a moment. "Oh, I totally get you, Big O! One time, Izzy climbed the Eiffel Tower, yeah, and then Izzy jumped from it on to a plane and the people inside were so spooked when I played peek a boo with them through their windows! Izzy was sad they didn't play along though…" Izzy rambled as normal, with Owen half listening.

Confessional

Owen – Owen sighed as he looked at the camera. "Okay, I'm not fine. I-I'm really worried about what might happen when we land." Owen confessed. "B-but Owen loves Izzy! He loves how happy and excited she is!" He exclaimed with a small smile on his face. With another sigh, he continued "I don't want to make her feel worse because I'm not feeling great." Owen admitted, as he glanced to the floor of the confessional.

End Confessional

Meanwhile, on the other side of the table, DJ and Bridgette sat. Both were shaken by the situation they found themselves in and both were trying to find comfort in each other. "It's okay, DJ. C-Chris legally can't do something like this! It's one of his sick pranks. I just know it!" Bridgette exclaimed, trying to re-assure both him and herself. "Y-you're right, B-Bridge. I-It's not possible! B-but…" DJ began, looking slightly more confident before another glum expression replaced it. "But nothing!" Bridgette exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around the gentle giant. "Everything is going to be fine, I just k-know it!" Bridgette countered in an attempt to stop the big guy from falling into despair once more. DJ reciprocated the hug, as he cried into her shoulder. "B-but wh-what if Momma sees me…" DJ trailed off as he muttered his last sentence, something only Bridgette could pick up. "The only thing your momma will be seeing you do is thrive in this new season! Maybe this could be your time to win!" Bridgette exclaimed, trying to keep the tears away in an attempt to retain her confident appearance. "Hey Bridge. Could we maybe…stick together? I don't want to do this alone." The gentle giant asked as the two released each other from the hug. "Of course, DJ! We'll make it all the way to the final two, I just know it!" Bridgette replied with a bright smile on her face.

At that, a clatter was made on the other end of the table as Owen pushed his plate away, a thoroughly disturbed expression on his face. Bridgette's expression morphed into one of horror as she tried to explain her statement. "Wait, Owen, I d-didn't mean it l-like tha-" Bridgette began. "I-It's alright. I-I'm just not hungry." Owen stated as he slowly got up and dejectedly waddled out of the dining hall. Bridgette sighed as she looked down, upset at having made such a nice person feel that way. It was DJ's turn to comfort Bridgette, as he shakily placed a giant hand on the surfer girl's shoulder. "I-It's not your fault, Bridge. You were just trying to be p-p-positive." The brickhouse re-assured, rubbing her shoulder as she spoke. "Th-thanks, DJ." Bridgette smiled a sad smile as she allowed herself to be comforted. Izzy, meanwhile, just shrugged. "Huh, weird. The whole flying thing must really be getting to him. Well, more for me!" Izzy theorised as she stuffed the contents of the big guy's plate into her mouth.

Next, the camera cut to first class, where multiple groups of campers resided. Duncan, Courtney, Leshawna and Harold all took up four of the large first-class individual seats, whilst Cody and Sierra opted for the couch and Ezekiel opted for the bar. An intern, noticeably without a gun, resided at the bar as she awaited Ezekiel's command. "I'll have a glass of milk, please!" Ezekiel exclaimed, confidence brimming in his eyes. The intern looked shocked for a second, before she responded with a "Right away, Sir." Ezekiel jumped once he realised that a hand had positioned itself on his shoulder, looking up to see the bad boy Duncan was towering over him. "Dude, are you serious?! Weak! How old are you?" He sneered, as he took a seat next to the prairie boy. "Wh-what do you mean, eh? I always have a glass of milk when I'm home at the farm! It helps calm me nerves, eh!" Ezekiel protested. "Dude, you want a drink that'll get your mind off things?" Duncan replied, a smirk overtaking his features. "W-well, yeah! B-but what would work better th-tha-" Ezekiel responded, confused. "Don't worry, dude, I've got just the thing!" Duncan exclaimed, as he turned to the bartender. "Forget the milk." Duncan directed, as his smirk grew sharkish. Duncan grabbed the two nearest bottles of alcohol he could find from the bar and presented one to Ezekiel as he took a swig from the first one himself. Courtney walked into the frame, a protest clearly on her lips before she spoke. "Duncan! What are you doing?! You s-shouldn't be drinking at a time like this!" Courtney reprimanded, her voice shaking a little showing that she wasn't fully over the initial shock of the announcement made shortly prior. "Oh, come on Princess, loosen up a little!" Duncan countered as he grabbed his drink and passed the other over to Ezekiel. "'Sides, I doubt the dude has had much experience with alcohol before, so I made sure the alcohol percentage wasn't too high!" Duncan protested, as the self-proclaimed winner stared at the bottle curiously. As the couple threw arguments back and forth, Ezekiel slowly examined the bottle as he considered his options.

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Ezekiel – Ezekiel adjusted his toque as he sat in the confessional. "I-I haven't tried a-alcohol before, eh." He began. "B-but I r-really want to make some friends this time around, eh. I-I don't want to be alone like last season, eh." Ezekiel explained as his eyes gained a faraway look, as if the man was reminiscing on something. After a few seconds of this rather blank look, he blinked as if to ward it away and refocused himself on the camera in front of him. "D-Duncan is a bit scary, eh…but I r-really want to make new friends! S-so, I-I think I'll t-try it, eh!" Ezekiel finished, a small smile playing at his lips as the confessional ended.

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"Come on Princess, I get being cautious but Chris is full of shit. He isn't gonna kill us, alright?! So, let us enjoy ourselves!" Duncan retorted against whatever Courtney had said previously. "Well, even if you drink, what about Ezekiel?! He's probably never even consumed alcohol before! Do you know how irresponsible you're being right now?! What if he doesn't want t-" Courtney attempted to fire back until her dark eyes found the prairie boy. Shock filled her expression as she realised that Ezekiel had lifted the bottle to his lips and was slowly drinking it. Duncan's grin came back in full force, this time with a hint of smugness slipped in. "You were saying, Princess?" Duncan finished, knowing he had clearly won the argument. With a worried sigh, Courtney relented. "Just…be careful, alright?" She replied, worry and nervousness coating her tone. "Don't worry, Court. We'll be careful." Duncan assured, a rare moment of seriousness appearing after the playful argument that the two had been having. With that, Duncan turned to Ezekiel and watched him continue to drink.

As Courtney walked past the duo, she passed Leshawna and Harold, who watched her leave the frame. "Huh, people are already starting to argue, given our situation. I guess they still believe that Chris is being serious…" Harold pondered as he held a hand to his chin. "It's Duncan and Courtney. What else did you expect?" Leshawna chimed in from her seat. Harold turned to watch the one who he held so much admiration for and realised she was staring out of the plane window, seemingly only half interested on what he had to say. "I guess you do have a point there, Leshawna. What do you think our first location is gonna be on this world tour?" Harold continued, hoping to engage in more direct conversation than half-hearted comments.

Leshawna didn't respond for a few seconds and, once it became abundantly clear that there was no response headed in the nerd's direction, he craned his head around to see the plane window and so the reflection showing Leshawna's face. Her expression was a mix of emotions all haphazardly thrown together as they swirled and conflicted against each other. Harold could recognize not only seriousness hardened on her face but a hint of hesitance and nervousness hidden within her expression. "My fair Leshawna? What's wrong?" Harold asked, as his brow furrowed in confusion. Leshawna shifted nervously in her seat before responding. "Are you not worried about what might happen next?" She answered his question with a question, putting the focus back on him. With a self-assured smirk, Harold prepared himself to lay out the facts. "Well, Leshawna, I have large reason to believe that Chris is bluffing. There's only a five percent chance that Chris is telling the truth and even then, he won't get far before a stop is put to this." Harold proudly proclaimed, with a solitary finger raised in the air. Unfortunately for Harold, Leshawna did not look convinced. "And if it's the five percent?" Leshawna questioned. "Then…" The nerd fell silent for a moment and realised that Leshawna was growing more and more disheartened the longer the silence permeated the atmosphere. If it is real…then what can I do? I mean, I do have my mad skills on my side but…will they be enough? And if me and Leshawna did make it to the end… Harold was at a loss.

However, whilst Harold's brain completely failed to comprehend the situation, his heart managed to summon a response quickly enough. "Then…I'll protect you, Leshawna." Harold replied with a smile, as he locked eyes with her. Leshawna's eyes bulged out in shock, as she tried to understand what the geek was saying. "But what if..." Leshawna attempted to counter, before losing the will to finish. Harold had an idea of what she wanted to say. What if it comes down to me and you? "If it comes down to it, then I'll protect you. As a graduate of Sensei Steve's Feudal Japanese Summer Camp, I can safely say that I have reached the skill level of a samurai. So, that means I can give you a samurai's promise that I'll protect you no matter what. We'll vote together and we'll play the game together. I won't leave your side." Harold promised, staring intensely into Leshawna's gaze. Despite her worries, Leshawna afforded a small smile at Harold's grand speech. "Guess I can't doubt the word of a samurai. If you think Shawnie's just gonna sit on the sidelines if you're in harm's way though, you've got another thing coming string bean. You protect me, I protect you." Leshawna retaliated. Harold beamed at this. "I wouldn't have it any other way, my fair Leshawna." Harold finished and, with that, the duo turned to less serious discussion. Even if Leshawna wasn't completely over everything plaguing her mind, she couldn't ignore the fact that Harold had alleviated her worries to some extent.

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Leshawna – Leshawna's hardened expression cracked a little as she stared off into space. "That string bean really has a way with words when he needs them." Leshawna complimented with a faint smirk. "He's changed from the island, that's for sure." Leshawna finished on.

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The only other duo in First Class was Cody and one of the newest additions to the cast, Sierra. Cody was anxiously seated on the first-class couch as Sierra stalked around it, as if guarding the scrawny geek. After being made thoroughly uncomfortable by both the complete silence and Sierra's pacing, Cody hesitantly spoke up. "Hey Sierra, why are you pacing around the couch like that?" Cody asked. Sierra instantly snapped to attention, a large grin overtaking the previous grimace present on her face. "Oh, I'm just making sure no one comes close to you!" Sierra replied as if this was the most logical course of action for her to take. Cody looked even more creeped out as he continued to pursue Sierra's reasoning. "Okay…but why are you doing that? I don't need protecting." Cody protested. "I know that, Codykins! You're amazing! But I just want to make sure…" Sierra continued, cutting herself off as if she was afraid to say what she had been about to. Cody decided not to press her on it, taking a different route to change the topic. "Okay but…why are you spending time with me? Aren't there so many more people to get to know on the plane? I mean, what about Owen or Duncan? They already won a season! Or Gwen and Noah? They're both cool without even trying to be!" Cody argued, trying to understand why it was him of all people that Sierra was clinging to. "You say that like you aren't effortlessly cool, Codywody! You're perfect!" Sierra dreamily exclaimed as her mind seemed to take her to a distant place.

At that, Cody paused. Me? Effortlessly cool? He wanted to go along with it, say that he was on the same tier as people like Gwen and Noah but…deep down, Cody knew it wasn't true, as much as he never wanted to admit it. He didn't know how he'd managed to trick Sierra into thinking he was cool but all that told Cody was that his trying to be cool was coming off as effortless to someone at least. Not only did Cody know that he wasn't cool enough, but he had proof. If he was cool…then why didn't Gwen want to give him a chance? All Cody knew was that he wasn't really cool. He was just some nerd who wanted to be cool, more than anything. All his life Cody had been trying to achieve this goal, but he'd never been close. Now that he'd found himself with the possibility of his death looming in the near future, would he ever have the opportunity to become cool? To become that person he'd always wanted to be? Somehow, despite Sierra's knowledge on the geek, she seemed oblivious to any form of internal struggle in the other teen's mind and so continued to guard him vigilantly as he continued to ponder.

The camera now cut to economy class as Tyler jogged into the frame. He bore a look of seriousness which quickly turned into exasperation as he took in the environment around him. He let out a large sigh as he prepared to turn away, head lowering. "What, I'm not that boring, am I?" A voice tinged heavily with sarcasm muttered. Unluckily for the goth who had called out, Tyler managed to pick out what had been said. He whipped around and realised he had completely missed Gwen on his first glance through economy class. "Oh, sorry Gwen." Tyler replied as he nervously made his way toward the goth, who had some colouring pencils and some paper resting on her lap. "It's cool, I didn't even think you'd hear me in the first place." Gwen offered, as a way of making it clear to the jock that he wasn't to blame. An awkward silence flooded the atmosphere for a few seconds before Tyler decided to break it. "What are you doing?" He asked as he gestured to the stack of paper that Gwen had got a hold of. "Oh, that? I just thought I'd do some drawing. I find it's the best way to just relax." Gwen responded, subconsciously hugging the paper to her chest. Once she realised what she was doing, she stopped herself. "Feel free to look at it, if you want. It isn't that good or anything, but I didn't have any inspiration." Gwen explained as she put the paper down so Tyler could see it.

"Wow, you drew this?! It looks so real!" Tyler exclaimed, completely shocked. "Wow, really? I think there's a lot I need to change before it looks good." Gwen deflected, surprised at Tyler's reaction to her artwork. "Like what? Just compare it to what you've drawn, what are you missing?" Tyler asked, confused. At that, Gwen paused and compared the drawings, a small smile growing on her face. "I…I guess you're right. Though I guess I could say that I didn't draw you, since you are stood in the right place." Gwen agreed, showing the ability to mock her insecurity. "I've got it!" Tyler exclaimed. "What?" Gwen asked, curiosity rising. "If you think it's missing something, how about you draw in all of us?" Tyler asked, happy to have come up with a good idea for once. "That's…a really good idea! That'll give me plenty to do until we land. Thanks, Tyler!" Gwen replied, happy with the idea as well.

As Gwen began to put pencil to paper and the enthusiasm and passion began to spark in her eyes, Tyler tried to get her attention once more as he remembered his original purpose of entering economy class. "Hey Gwen, did you happen to see Linds anywhere?" Tyler questioned. The sound of Gwen's pencil gliding around the paper spoke almost as loud as an actual response would have, so Tyler decided to leave the girl to her drawing and exited economy class.

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Tyler – "I'm really worried about Lindsay." Tyler confessed. "I know this whole thing is a joke, but I don't think she took it like that. I just…need to find her, so I can help her feel better." Tyler continued, worry both tinging his tone and warping his look.

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The camera cuts to the cargo hold, where a calm Alejandro is rooting around in a box. His arm resurfaces with a piece of a white statue, more specifically a poorly cut-off penis. Alejandro's disgust peaked and he was quick to drop it back into the box, a smash echoing from the box ensuring that the Statue of David's manhood could never be shown to anyone ever again.

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Alejandro – Alejandro paced around the little area that the confessional could provide. "I was almost tempted to continue to charm my way into the hearts of my competitors." Alejandro began, taking extra care to look the camera in the lens. "But right now, I cannot take such a risk when I do not know how they will react to my acts of kindness. So, I am scavenging through the cargo hold in search of any items that seem as if they could give me an advantage in this game." Alejandro for once allowed his true thought process to see the light of day as he elaborated on his troubles. He was very clearly giving his brain an intense workout, stroking his chin as he searched for a solution. "Perhaps Chris decided to introduce items of safety this season? Perhaps I can even find something which will allow me to gain favour?" Alejandro sighed as he rested himself against the furthest side of the confessional to the door. "There must be something." He finished as the confessional cut to static.

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Alejandro continued to pace around the maze of items that the cargo hold provided. As he searched through a large wooden crate, it was possible to see a raven-haired girl in the background, watching him closely yet from a distance. Alejandro, sensing eyes upon him, whipped around and yet found nothing. He turned around to continue his search, yet this time with a smirk. He bent his body so that his head was far into the crate, to coax his spy into a false sense of security. Heather took the opportunity to figure out his goal but was swiftly caught out when Alejandro emerged from the crate with a string of sausages in hand. "Aha!" Alejandro exclaimed as he stared at both the sausages and Heather. "W-what are you looking at?" Heather asked, startled into giving a prompt response. "I could ask you the same question, senorita. Am I too attractive to resist?" Alejandro smoothly shot back. "Hah! As if! I just wanted to see what you were doing." Heather deflected. "Ah, so you were spying on me?" Alejandro asked Heather with a raised eyebrow and a smug grin spreading across his face. Heather, realising this line of conversation was a losing fight, instead switched topics. "Why have you got a string of sausages?" Heather asked, confusion dancing across her face. "Ah, how observant of you! To tell the truth, I am simply famished. I observed the quality of our ingredients here and I must say that I am rather disappointed. I believe these will suffice." Alejandro explained, covering his tracks. "Oh yeah?" Heather pushed, suspicious. "Without a doubt." Alejandro finished, flashing a perfect grin in her direction. "Then why don't you eat them now?" Heather finished. At that, Alejandro faltered. "W-well, I believe that it would be uncivilised to eat them here! The dining hall awaits! Farewell, mi amigo! Our time together has been wonderful!" Alejandro finished, leaving the intellectual battle.

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Alejandro – Alejandro bears a look of confliction as he voices his thoughts. "Hmm, Heather has clearly established her role as a major threat to my chances of victory." Alejandro mused. "I am…conflicted. I know that to win, I must eliminate any who present any kind of threat. However, what good is a game if it is not meant to be played?" Alejandro continued to host this internal debate. "Perhaps it would be best for me to establish a list of players in terms of how threatening they are to my plans. If Heather still remains at the top, then so be it." Alejandro decided with an air of finality in his tone. This was all the indication needed for the confessional to cut to static.

Heather – Heather wears a scowl on her face as she begins her confessional. "Something is up with that guy. I know what kind of person he is but why would he need sausages?" Heather questioned, as a thinking face inhabited her expression. "I don't know whether I want nothing to do with this guy or whether I should keep him on the show. He could be a major ally…" Heather pondered as she considered her options. "…or he could be my ticket out of the game and…whatever comes with it." Heather's eyes grew dark as she remembered the potential consequences of losing the game. "My question is, is it right to try and ally with someone like that?" Heather considered, sending a lost look to the camera as it cut to static.

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The camera cuts to a different part of the cargo hold, where a frustrated Noah has situated himself on a stray crate deep in the wilderness of random objects and creatures stored within. He pulls out a book from seemingly nowhere and begins reading.

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Noah – Noah strummed his fingers against his leg repeatedly as he stared out of the confessional window. "Well, that was a complete waste of time." He started as his strumming became slightly more fast-paced. "I went to the cargo hold to try and scout out any equipment I could use to get an edge in the challenge." Noah explained, pulling a different book out of seemingly nowhere and flicking it open to a random page. The book's golden title almost glowed in the dim light, spelling out 'The Book Thief'. "And I thought this story was harsh." Noah lamented as his eyes scanned the pages. "All I've found so far are bags of fish candies and a bunch of Chris busts. As if I needed another reason to hurl." Noah fake heaved to emphasise his point before the camera cut to static.

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The camera cut back to Noah as his eyes keenly glided from page to page, a close-up of his face hinting at the sheer speed with which he tore through the novel. A sniffling arose, which Noah managed to ignore, so absorbed in the world of words. The sniffling arose once more, causing Noah's eye to twitch. Nonetheless, he powered through, and a smirk slowly returned to his face. Finally, a sob erupted from nearby, which was enough to cast the smile off Noah's face, douse it in gasoline and light it on fire. Noah bookmarked the page, placed the book down and the camera zoomed out to show him preparing to call. "Some of us are trying to READ in here!" He called, clearly aggravated by his lack of progress in the cargo hold. "S-sorry. I-I'll be quiet." The voice called back, clearly not wanting to hinder Noah. "THANK you." Noah huffed, as he went to pick up the book again, eyes rolling all the while. Noah once again became absorbed in the story, watching the young protagonist challenge her oppressors as directly as she could without facing severe punishment and creating a vivid painting of the scene, imagining her smile, the massive library unlocking limitless worlds a-The sniffling cut through his momentary freedom once more, and just like that the dreary backdrop of the cargo hold became his world once more. "Ugh, it is quieter…" Noah mused, as he followed the source of the sniffling.

"I can't believe I'm actually considering this." Noah rounded a corner and found the pitiful form of Lindsay hugging her legs and rocking back and forth as she stared wide-eyed around her. Her tear-stained face had allowed her makeup to bleed down her face, leaving oily trails of bleak hopelessness in their wake. "Lindsay?" Noah questioned, shocked to see her this far away from everyone else. "Wh-who are you?" Lindsay asked. "Of course she forgot my name…what was I expecting?" Noah muttered under his breath. "My name is Noah. We were on the same team when I got stabbed in the back by my own hubris during the dodgeball challenge." Noah recapped. "O-oh yeah, hey Noah." Lindsay managed. As silence pervaded the expansive room once more, Noah took another glance at her pitiful form and somehow found it within himself to care enough to see how she was doing. "I'm gonna regret asking this…what's wrong, Lindsay?" Noah spat out, as if his words were a deadly venom that would burn through his insides if left unsaid. "W-well, it's just…" Lindsay began before her rocking became increasingly violent. "Wh-what's going on?! I-I know there are those killy things but I don't understand what's happening! Everyone is scared but Chris won't shoot us, right?! I don't wanna die!" Lindsay yelled as her panic reached fever pitch. "So she remembers the psychopathic host's name and not the person who's done absolutely nothing bad to her? Talk about lack of respect." Noah once again sniped.

However, he knew that Lindsay would become uncontrollable if he didn't do something soon, so he tossed aside his restraint and replied. "Okay, Lindsay, firstly I want you to calm down. Follow my lead. Take in a deep breath." Noah cut into Lindsay's hysterics and demonstrated. Despite her mix of desperate emotions, Lindsay managed to replicate Noah's movement. Noah let out that air after a few seconds. "And let it out." Noah continued his demonstration, waiting for Lindsay to follow suit before beginning the cycle again. Once Noah had decided that Lindsay had sufficiently calmed down, he began to explain. "Okay, Lindsay, I'm going to explain to you exactly what's going on. If you have any questions, don't." Noah prefaced. The blonde nodded as she waited for Noah to begin. "Okay, so, as you know, we all came back to the show, thinking we were gonna compete in the usual competition." Noah waited for Lindsay's approval of his statement and she nodded, comprehending. "So, we went into the dining hall after getting a tour of the plane." Noah continued, building up to the worst part of their journey thus far. "Wait, what's a dining hall?" Lindsay questioned. A vein threatened to bulge out of Noah's head as he slowed his explanation down to answer possibly the stupidest question that he had ever received in his life.

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Noah – "I have never met someone so braindead in my entire life. Thank god she understood after about half an hour of explaining." Noah explained with a frown plastered on his face from the half an hour of his free time wasted just like that. His expression shifted into more of a pensive one as he spoke next. "I'm not sure whether I'd rather be blissfully ignorant in this situation and enjoy myself as much as I can in my last few weeks…or live in crushing reality as my life comes to an end courtesy of my executioners: my peers." Noah rubbed his chin as he spoke, and the confessional cut to static after he finished speaking.

Lindsay – Linday sat normally on the toilet seat, suggesting that she had slightly recovered from her fright given her previous rocking and huddling. "Noah is so smart! I'm really glad he was able to help me out! Wait, was his name Noah? I…can't really remember. I really hope what he said was true and that Chris is just playing a prank." Lindsay explained, her expression dulling the longer she expressed herself. With that, the confessional cut to static.

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The camera cut back to the cargo hold, where Lindsay and Noah were sat much closer together after Noah had finished reassuring Lindsay. "Hey, thanks for helping me. I can be a little…" Lindsay conveyed her gratitude as she attempted to find the right word. "Braindead, dim-witted, brainless, the list goes on." Noah finished for her, clearly still somewhat annoyed at how long the explanation had taken. "Err… I don't know what any of those words mean but I heard 'brain', so I'm gonna guess you called me smart!" Lindsay tried to keep up with Noah's insult despite it completely flying over her head. Noah shook his head as a small smirk came to his face at her complete lack of awareness. "Wow, you got it! That aside, don't worry about it. I think I was going to lose my mind if you didn't stop crying." Noah accepted her thanks, even if he was unable to resist yet another quip at her expense. Noah didn't expect Lindsay to take that snide comment well, yet her bubbly laugh echoed around the cargo room. "You're funny! Just like my Tyler…" Lindsay spoke to herself as she stared hard at Noah, almost trying to ascertain something.

"Err…thank you? Tyler's just a little taller, more athletic, enthusiastic, honest, cheerful and about every adjective in the dictionary that doesn't relate to intelligence than me but other than that, we're carbon copies of each other." Noah snarked, sarcasm becoming more and more obvious to an unblinkingly oblivious audience. "Wait a minute…are you Tyler?" Lindsay questioned, the smile spreading on her face the most genuine since the game's cruel twist had been announced. "Sure. I can't see any differences between me a-" Noah started but was cut off by lips meeting his. Noah's eyes shot open as he realised that Lindsay was kissing him. Kissing. Noah froze in that moment, too overcome by genuine disbelief to process anything more than that. When she pulled away, his senses came back to him. "Tyler! It's you! I missed you so much!" Lindsay screamed in excitement. "Wait, woah, you think I'm Tyler?! Like, genuinely? I'm not!" Noah countered, sarcasm abandoned for the moment due to a genuine urge to get the point across. Noah was prepared to explain the truth to Lindsay once more, but his words died in his throat when he saw a slack-jawed Tyler standing there, watching Lindsay and Noah. "Shit." was all Noah had time to mutter until Tyler escaped from his stupor.

The camera suddenly froze and zoomed out to reveal that it was monitoring a TV screen and was not actually situated in the cargo hold. It zoomed out to great enough an extent to show the host of the show and his partner in crime, who was attempting to fly the plane. "Woah, ho, ho! Who knew that almost certain death was enough to bring the tension and, most importantly, the drama?!" Chris began as Chef calmly tried to fly the plane with an unenthusiastic look on his face. "Oh, come on, buddy! Don't you want to learn what happens next?!" Chris asked the burly chef. Chef sighed and simply responded with a gruff "Sure." Chris shrugged and replied with "Eh, I'll take it." His trademark grin reappeared on his face as he continued. "Will we have our first death before we've even landed in our first destination?!" Chris began. "What will become of Duncan and Zeke after downing a bunch of alcohol?! I sure hope no-one altered the alcohol percentages to mess with them…" Chris winked at the camera as he continued. "Will any of the blossoming alliances actually get off the ground when it becomes everyone for themselves in our first death-defying challenge?! And how will Alejandro and Heather fare against someone just as manipulative as them?!" Chris enthusiastically reached the end of his questions. "Oh yeah, I better check the footage to see whether it was Heather or Owen that opened the emergency exit…" Chris recalled with a devious smirk. "Anyways, find out the answers to all of these juicy questions and more when we return on Total. Drama. Death Tour!" Chris signed off the episode as the camera zoomed out further and further to show a beautiful blue morning sky that the Jumbo Jet had been cruising through.

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EPISODE 1 (ALIVE YET DEAD INSIDE): END…

ALIVE: Heather, Alejandro, Cody, Sierra, Duncan, Courtney, Owen, Gwen, Tyler, Noah, DJ, Izzy, Lindsay, Leshawna, Bridgette, Harold, Ezekiel.

DEAD: N/A.

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