Enter: Dot

I wake up and stretch. Man this bed is nice! So's the entire room. Everywhere you looks there's centuries old oak furniture, priceless paintings, ect. I sit up and the covers fall off me. I wonder what I do for food around here… Then it hits me. I dash into Yakkos room. He's still in bed and I stand in the middle of the room, hands on my hips.

"YAKKO!"

"Argh!" He screams and falls out of bed. I would laugh, but I'm pissed right now.

"Why didn't you wake me up?! We were supposed to see Wakko!"

"Uh…" He wont look me in the eyes.

"Yakko!"

"Ok, Ok. I didn't want to wake you up because I wanted to talk to him about you."

"Yakko, come on, this is me we're talking about!"

"I know. Alright. Come on, lets go see him."

The hospital is in the basement. Step into it, and you wouldn't know that you weren't in a high tech city hospital. Wakko is sitting in his bed, his IV gone, and eating an omelet. He looks up as we walk into the hospital.

"Yakko? Dot?" He asks. He actually turns towards us.

"How did you know?" I ask, hopping up on his bed.

"A bunch of different reasons." He says spraying me with omelet.

"EW!"

"Heh, sorry." He grins.

"Nice aim Wakko!" Pipes Yakko. I roll my eyes. Boys.

"Hey, Dot?" Asks Wakko. I sigh. Why cant everyone just leave this alone?!

"You'd never kill yourself, would you?"

I nearly slip off the bed in shock. Yakko's jaw drops.

"See," Continues Wakko "I had this dream. You said Norman wanted to kill you, but you didn't want to give him the chance to have that pleasure and you put a gun to your head and you shot yourself, and there was this doctor who told me I had to pull out the bullet but I couldn't see and…well…yeah." No one says anything for a few minutes. Then I come dangerously close to loosing it.

"What the hell?! How could you even think something like that!? Of course I would never do something like that! If you want to put it in your terms I would never give Norman that satisfaction! Good god, I kill one person and suddenly I'm a homicidal psychopath who will kill anything and anyone? Is that it? I kill one cop and suddenly I'm not your younger sister anymore? You guys know me!"

"Dot, it was just a dream…" Says Wakko. I sigh.

"Come on. We're just worried about you." Says Yakko. I smile.

"Yeah…I know."

"Warners to the Office, Warners to the Office." Says a voice over the intercom. I give Wakko a hug and Yakko and I start over to the Office. Dmitri is nowhere to be seen. Instead Norman sits behind the desk.

"Well, if it isn't smartass and murder she wrote." He looks far better than he did the first time I saw him, but he's still ugly as hell. He folds his hands behind his head.

"I've got a job for you. One of you anyway. The tall one." He points to Yakko. I know he's calling Yakko 'the tall one' just to be mean. After a month of being his office assistant, of course Norman would know his name. "I need you to write a very important letter. One to Mr. Plotz informing him of your and your siblings runaway. Did you think they weren't looking for you?" He laughs, seeing the look on our faces. Honestly, it never occurred to me that they were looking for us. A big 'oops' on my part. "And you," He points at me. I give him my cutest smile and I'm rewarded with a death glare. "Dmitri wants to see you later on today." Uh-oh…

When Norman 'dismisses' us, Yakko goes to his room to start on the letter, and I'm left alone. There really isn't that much for me to do around here. I sit on my bed, I twiddle my thumbs, I read a book, I see how long I can hold my breath, I jump on my bed, I fall, I sing a song I-

"Dot to Dmitri's office, Dot to Dmitri's office." I have to go.