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Good to know when you run naked and screaming into the woods in the middle of the night apparently they don't send you to the psych ward, but to some fantastic beach paradise.

This place reminds me of one of the islands the cruise my parents took me on a couple years ago when they broke the news that they were splitting up. Which is only minorly traumatizing in comparison I guess to being told you're fictional! Which is really cute because I'm so over this already.

Is anything worthwhile actually here? Besides sun and sand, obviously.

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Is that why you were lurking around the hospital? To feed out information to weirdos about what happened to me?

No! I was worried about you, that's all!

And he's just asking all these weirdo questions out of the goodness of his probably-not-a-murderer heart?

Derek just has his own theories about what happened, okay? And apparently no tact or social skills.

But... okay. If Allison's around, will you come by and we'll talk about all this stuff? I'll keep a leash on Derek, don't worry. He's not a bad guy but he's still an asshole.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Oh shut up, you're on notice.

Are you serious right now?

As a heart attack.

Really?

Really.

You're talking to him by replying, you moron! Do it someplace else.

I don't care if some random creeper has a theory about what happened to me. It's got nothing to do with him or you guys. So no, I'm not coming over to talk about it.

And Allison shouldn't be there either, but it's not like I could keep from hanging out with losers before.

I... okay. I understand.

But if your change your mind, just let me know. I'm sorry.

You're lucky Jackson isn't here.

...would punching myself in the face make up for it?

You must really be buying into the whole alternate dimension thing if you think you punch with even remotely the same velocity as Jackson.

...how about flinging myself down some stairs?

You want to be even? Sure.

Why don't you go stand in the middle of an empty lacrosse field during the winter formal? Or run around in the freezing cold without any clothes on? Or maybe, if you're feeling really remorseful, you won't tell this crazy stalker anything more about what happened to me than you already did. Could you do that for me?

He didn't tell me anything.

Does it look like I'm talking to you? However you heard about what happened to me, did you see any instance of a concussion, or massive hemorrhaging in the brain that would cause me to care for five seconds what you think? No? Get lost.

I know what happened to you.

Gosh, do you? I really hope someday you'll fill me in, because I don't have a clue how I wound up in the hospital with my stomach stitched back together. Oh wait, I do know how it happened because I was there for it. If you would like to add your presence on the field that night, I'd be happy to add your name to the arrest warrant.

I wasn't there, but I know what bit you.