Little Miss Illusional, you mentioned not having Theresa make a mistake in any of these scenes. Actually she made one in Scene 2 just like Jay did at that time. But yep, I never had her in the spotlight. So now, I bring to you yet another mistake!

Scene 7

Theresa sat, hunched over, as she shivered. Biting her lip in anxiety, she looked up wistfully at her dark, dingy quarters. Cronus had captured her, shoved her into this tiny, dirty dungeon; a little prison he could keep her in to use as future bait.

She recoiled in horror as she watched an ugly rat scamper past, holding the remains of her awful meal that the giant had served. She couldn't deny that she was used to the finer things in life, but this was just ridiculous. And through all this, she had been wondering what Jay and her friends - namely Jay - was doing to save her.

Were they even trying?

She grimaced, pushing an unruly lock of dirty hair back behind her ears. How she doubted them like that for even just a second escaped her. She smiled dryly, knowing that they would be coming for her one way or the other and she had to continue hoping.

Sighing, she had just leaned back when suddenly she heard a faint, scrapping noise at the door. Hopes rising, she stood up and walked over to the huge metal door.

"Theresa, are you there?" She heard a faint, muffled voice waver from behind the steely barrier.

Her heart soared. "Jay!"

"Hold on, Theresa, we'll get you out of there," Jay's disembodied voice floated over through the door, and she heard the twist of keys in the lock. Slowly, the door was heaved open.

The minute she could fit through the crack between the wall and the heavy door, she dashed through, relief and happiness washing over her. She fell into his arms, hugging him tightly and overcome with gladness that he had finally rescued her.

However, the voice that she had longed for for so many days was not the same as the one that started.

"Uhm, Theresa, would you let go please?"

Theresa looked up, eyes widening as she gazed into Archie's metallic grey eyes that depicted his awkwardness. Acute awareness stabbed her as she realised her arms were tightly wrapped around his waist and her head had just been, a few seconds ago, buried comfortably in his chest. Oh, and it didn't help that Jay stood beside Archie, eyes wide with shock as well, and a display of hurt as he crossed his arms and looked away, pained.

Blushing furiously, she granted Archie's request - she leapt from Atlanta's purple-haired dork as though he was the plague and mumbled an incoherent apology.

Oh, joy.