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"Anyway... Are you guys hungry?" She stood up and began opening cupboards. "But it's the same with me. Naomi is alright, but Gail would jump into bed with anyone who would let her and Alice is... you know." She laughed lightly. "We should make food for the others too. Who knows how long we'll be here."

Dinah sighed. "All there is are canned food. I don't really want to know how long they've been here." She closed the cupboards and sat down again. "I hope they don't keep us here long. My parents might get worried." But they signed you up for this. "I know, Naomi. I don't know if I can trust them anymore."

((Sorry. My computer went all explodey.))

Tuesday meant to answer the person on the other side in her bright and cheery way, but Mia finally regained some control and sent her back into silence.

Mia! the girlish voice whined, irritated that she wasn't in control anymore. Come on! The door is stuck!

Good, she responded matter-of-factly. We'll stay here until someone sane comes to get us.

What if they are the sane ones? Wednesday responded promptly. She loved making Mia squirm.

Mia frowned, a crease growing inbetween her eyebrows. No. No, they aren't. You three just want a crack at them, to see how insane this place will really get.

Well, yes, that... and you're hungry.

Mia's stomach took the opportune moment to growl. She sighed resolutely. No, I'm not eating. Not until I'm... somewhere other than here.

Such as? We don't exacly have anywhere else to go.

Sadly, it was true. Mia didn't have a place to call home anymore. Not now that her parents were dead. She missed them so much... She always hated having to scare them with one of her... other egos... Please, Wednesday...

Oh, please yourself. Wednesday remarked grumpily. Tuesday, get us out of here.

Yes, ma'am!

Mia groaned loudly, as if she had a sudden, fatal case of the stomach flu. A second later, the pain was replaced by a bright, cheery smile and wide, excited eyes.

"Yes, yes, I'm stuck in here! Please let me out, if you can!"

Deciding to investigate all this banging from somewhere else in the mansion, Tyler excused himself from the kitchen and walked around, trying to follow the sound as best he could, although it seemed to echo throughout the entire place. Finally seeing a girl scamper away from a door (presumably to find a way to get the person banging on the other side out), Tyler jogged to take the girl's place.
"Whoever's in there, stand back," Jackson's voice said through Tyler's mouth. He raised a foot and kicked with strength Tyler didn't even know he had. The door fell inwards, hopefully not hitting the person on the other side in the process.

Outside in the trailer, Dr. Terce was screaming at everyone at all four computer terminals.
"Open that goddamned house already!" he screamed.
"We can't!" one of his men replied urgently. "Our computers... they're shutting down for some reason!" The power in the trailer suddenly faltered. All was dark, except for the little bit of sunlight filtering throught the trailer's one window.

Tyler turned to look at whoever had spoken to see a girl standing next to him.
"Huh?" he said. Then: "Oh that.... that was Jackson. He's kinda... strong." Tyler gave a nervous chuckle, but then smiled at the girl claled Sayura. "My name's Tyler." He stuck out his hand.

Before Tyler could answer the question, Sayura was on her knees, clutching her head.
Let me take over, the calm, reassuring voice of Lucky said, whispering through his mind. Tyler happily let him take over. Lucky knelt next to the girl.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly. "Do you need anything?"

Lucky took the hand greatfully, becoming Tyler once more. Unfortunately, Lucky seemed to be the only personality he could control; Jackson and Sheri just came and went as they pleased... although he hadn't heard much from Sheri (thankfully).
"Thanks," Tyler mumbled. "That was Lucky, by the way. He tends to take control in situations like those."

"I'm Tyler," he said. "I thought I did give you my name?" He shrugged. "It doesn't matter. The other two are Jackson and Lucky. Hopefully, you'll never have to meet Sheri."

And what's that supposed to mean? Sheri spat in his head.
Go away, you b***h, Jackson snarled. No one likes you.
Yeah, well, Tyler does, or else he wouldn't have created me, Sheri retorted.

"Everyone, just shut up!" Tyler roared. As his yell echoed around the mansion, his cheeks became red. "Sorry. Just... the constant fighting, ya know?" He smiled wanly.