Claire bolted through the portal. So fast she didn't see the wall on the other side.

"Ah, crap," she mumbled. She turned around. Eve was sitting on the couch, her hand frozen in a bag of chips. Her black lips were slightly parted and she didn't appear to be breathing.

"Wha – how – holy –GOD!" Eve spluttered.

"I can explain. Kinda."

"Get explaining, Claire, or I'll have Michael, Shane, Oliver, Jason, the muffin man and six and a half freakin' baby dolphins down here and kick your ass." She said slowly.

Claire started from the beginning and sank down next to the TV. Eve raised her hand like a kid at school.

"Uh, Claire? One question."

"Yeah?"

"How're you going to tell Shane?"

Claire never got to answer that one. Shane came down stairs, almost as if on que.

He looked.

And turned around and walked back up the stairs. Then came Michael.

"What were you THINKING!?" yelled Michael. "You could have died! Amelie could have died! How the hell are you going to tell your PARENTS?!?"

"You know this wasn't exactly my choice!" shouted Claire. She stormed up the stairs and ran into her bedroom, slamming the door. It had barely shut before she fell on her bed, sobbing.