As Gwen slept in her bed, her eyes twitched. The sounds of cars running on the road's asphalt could be heard from her bedroom and the hissing of buses when they stopped at their usual bus stops. Inside Gwen's head she having an unusual dream.

Gwen's body was motionless and she was lying on her back over an ocean of water below. Gwen stirred and woke up and stretched her body, as she began walking it was shown that she was walking on air although she hovering on an invisible floor. The wind whistled calmly until Gwen snapped her eyes wide open. She looked to her left and her right, the wind started to get more fierce then she looked down. The water looking a blue glasslike gelatin that was barely moving. Just then, gravity veered it's ugly head and pulled Gwen down like although she was fell from the CN Tower without a parachute. Her hair was on end, her shirt lifted up to show her stomach. She let out a blood curdling scream before closing her eyes waiting for her to be submerged into cold depths of the water below. There was a loud 'SMACK!' that made it feel like her chest and stomach landed on ice. Gwen got on her hands and knees and discovered she was on a boat that looked like a luxury cruise ship. Blood dripped from her nose, she cursed obscenities under her breath.

"Where the hell am I?" She said panicky, she saw a male figure ahead on the deck. He was tall, and had a camouflage green shirt with a black hand print in the middle, black hair and matching jeans.

"Trent?" Gwen asked incredulously, Trent turned around and smiled warmly.

"Hey, I snagged you a muffin" and handed Gwen want seemed like a blueberry muffin. Gwen examined it closely before taking a bite. Pain shot through her mouth although she tried to bite through concrete. Gwen covered her mouth, her teeth ached terribly.

"What the hell?" Gwen groaned in annoyance, to her surprise her teeth hardly made a dent in the muffin. Suddenly the muffin shook, and navy blue number mines emerged from it. They covered Gwen's entire arm, she let out a shriek of terror and tried to shake them off to no avail. The nine's all squirmed up to shoulder towards her collar then squirm on to her back. She shuddered and her knees buckled, she'd never in her life felt more uncomfortable before. The feeling was the equivalence of millions of cockroaches covering her back.

Gwen felt like someone shot in her ankle and fell backwards. For some reason she didn't fall onto the wooden floor of the ship, it was like someone or something was holding her up on her back. Gwen felt although she was being carried away on a gurney, she looked to her left and then her right. Below her was the ocean water, she panicked and flailed her arms and legs. Her yelps was proven fruitless as the number nines literally threw her off the deck. The wind whistled sharply in Gwen's ears, it felt like she was falling out of the Jumbo Jet from Season 3 but it seemed pretty unlikely that she would land safely in a giant bowl of rice. She closed her eyes tightly and braced for being submerged in the water.

Suddenly there was a loud smash and her back felt like a giant hand slapped her if she had the mother of all sunburns. There was another crash and another, and another, and another. Before she landed on what she assumed was the floor of a building. Her back stung and her neck was aching.

"No chiropractor will fix this," she grumbled. She looked to her left and her right. The room was completely grey with her imprint on the roof as the only source of light. Before she had a chance to respond, something grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. She felt like it was choking her and then she was thrown in the air and crashed on to the floor. There was a cop behind a desk, his breath smelled like tobacco smoke. He looked deadly at Gwen in the face. Without saying a word he snapped his fingers and two muscular women grabbed her by the shoulders. Gwen squirmed like a worm on a hook before being fed to the fishes.

One girl with red hair in a bun held Gwen's arms behind her. The other girl with platinum blonde hair grabbed her shirt and ripped it off leaving it in tatters. Gwen tried desperately to cover her exposed chest but to no avail. The blonde pulled off Gwen's sweatpants. She screamed bloody murder, but the blonde girl slapped her hand on Gwen's mouth.

"Quiet fräulein," she cooed, "ve're not going to hurt you." Tears started to form in Gwen's eyes. She suddenly felt although she was something forced on to her. She then felt something pulled onto her. To her immediate horror, it was an orange prison jumpsuit! On the left breast side was the numbers 063091.

"What the fuck is going on!?" Gwen shrieked, but the women have no answer. They carried Gwen with her hands and feet in to a cell and the sound of the door slamming echoed in her ears. Her blood went colder than temperatures in Antarctica.

"Hello, pasty..." hissed a voice, Gwen's heart pounded against her ribs like a giant drum. Out of the shadows was a muscular man with a lime green mohawk and an unibrow. His eyes were a light teal in comparison to Gwen's hair and Cody's eyes. He had piercings in his nose, on his ears and his eyebrows. He also wore an orange jumpsuit, but instead it read 081191 on his left chest side.

"Oh my god," gasped Gwen. It was Duncan, she couldn't move as goosebumps covered her skin like a severe case of chickenpox, her knees buckled and her feet felt glued on the floor.

"Welcome to Hell my lovely," Duncan hissed, his teeth were a mustardy yellow. His breath smelt like he has been drinking gasoline straight from the pump. "I've never imagined you would appear in this home away from home. You're as pretty as ever." He let out a low and hoarse chuckle. Gwen clenched her fists and glared at Duncan with utmost fury.

"You sick bastard," she growled, "you've been in love with me because Courtney wanted you to turn into a goody two-shoes." Duncan's eyes widen, his teeth grinded together like a can opener to a can. "She wanted to make good because she was good."

"Courtney was a nagging bitch," fumed Duncan, "you were the only one cool enough that had the same likes and dislikes."

"I don't pick on the weak and the nerdy," said Gwen crossly, "and I don't commit crime just for shits and giggles."

"Cody would disagree with that," Duncan chuckled before coughing up black phlegm. "You only gave him your bra so he can probably do something perverted with it. You just fueled the nerd up to make it seem you liked, but in reality you wanted to restrengthen the love you had for Mr. George Harrison expy."

"Cody's my friend!" Gwen screamed, "Courtney was right to dispose of you, the reason you still do this crap is because you can protect your overinflated ego!"

Suddenly Duncan's face looked shocked then malicious, he chuckled sinisterly. He disappeared into the dark shadows of the cell until his eyes were only seen. His eyes quickly closed then open and they were a bright yellow with blood red irises. There was a hissing noise that made Gwen's hair raise on end. An emerald green cobra circled around her, it's blue tongue flickered against her chest up to her neck.

"That pipsqueak may have punched me before," the snake spoke while staring at Gwen's ivory eyes, "but make no mistake Gwendolyn!" As he circled more and more around her body, Gwen saw that Duncan's piercings and jumpsuit laid on the floor although he hasn't had worn it in a while. She then knew that Duncan WAS the snake! "Trust me pasty," hissed Duncan "That little nerd as your new best friend had better watch himself, because I'm coming out soon. Very, VERY soon..." He opened his mouth to show his sharp fangs, a drop of green venom dropped and burnt the cell floor.

"Are you going to kill me?" Quivered Gwen nervously, Duncan chuckled darkly before tightening Gwen in his coils and hanging her upside down, she felt like a literal fish out of water. Her strangled cries weren't strong enough to alert anyone.

"No sweet Gwen," he then smashed a hole in the floor. "I'm going to put you through living hell! Like Chris did only worst!" And he threw Gwen down the hole, and she landed roughly on her neck. As she winced in pain, she tried to get out but the walls were too close to her.

"Oh no!" Gwen squeaked, her claustrophobia was kicked in. "No, no, no!" She shrieked. The walls started to close in and Gwen got sweaty and more nervous. She tried to use her hands to stop the walls but they were hot as lava. "No! No!" She screamed but the walls continued to get closer, "NO...!" As the walls were about to crush her, Gwen catapulted out of her bed gasping like a halibut out of water. Gwen gasped frantically, her sweat poured down and stained her pillow and her sheets. She felt her clothes, she was in her old jersey and sweatpants. She looked to her left, her alarm clock read out 6:30. She looked to her right, sunlight was peeking through her blinds and the birds began singing and tweeting. Gwen took a deep breath before falling backwards and landing on her pillow. The only thing Gwen said to herself was, "I need to make a phone call".