Rachel: *sits on top of an old refridgerator box, looking down*
Tim: *walks up and taps on the box*
Rachel: Go away!
Tim: Rae! *begins to climb up on the box*
Rachel: What do you think you're doing?!
Tim: Hey, Rae.
Rachel: Get off my box!
Tim: *climbs on the top of the box and leans on her*
Tim: *huggles her and falls asleep*
Rachel: *huggles back and falls asleep too*
in Rachel's apartment. She is now seventeen years old*
Rachel: No, Tim. You can't come in my room. Go away.
Tim: *sly grin; puts on mask and walks into room, pushing into Rachel*Rachel: *slides back across the floor; pushes Masky back: GET OUT OF MY ROOM! TIM!
Masky: Love me, Rae.
Rachel: TIM, GET OUT OF MY ROOM!
Masky: *leans on Rachel* If I don't get love, I will die.
Rachel: THAT'S A LOAD OF-
Masky: Ohh, I'm getting weak... *leans over her*
Rachel: NO, YOU'RE NOT! GO AWAY!
Masky: I'm dying... *almost on top of her*
Masky: *over her* I'm dead.
Rachel: NO, YOU'RE NOT, TIM. DON'T YOU FREAKING DARE, I SWEAR, I'LL KILL YOU, SO HELP ME-
Masky: *just kind of falls on top of her*