A/N: I love writing myself into corners. And I know we're all thinking it, I wouldn't know a plot if bunnies spelled it out in the sky. Anyway...lets all pretend that this makes sense.

Chapter Eight: Who Are You?

"It's yesterday," Agnes said, turning to gaze back at Casper and Will.

Her hair rippled in the breeze; she pulled it over one shoulder, and put a hair clip on it. I poked her shoulder inquisitively; she looked slightly bothered, almost sad. She was watching Will catch up, following his arms as they encircled my neck, making me reach a hand into the bright air, hoping that my fingers would catch on a transparent gauze netting. I felt the wind through my fingers, at the same moment that my boyfriend kissed my cheek, and glanced down at my shoes. Something wasn't right. I wrapped one arm around Will's waist, steadying myself as if the entire world were swaying back and forth in anticipation of a storm; looking up, I saw a single diamond falling slowly. I wondered why no one else saw it because it grew brighter and bigger, until it was the size of a small apple, and I closed my eyes against the daggers of light. I heard it hit the ground with a loud crack and then a splash, as if was liquid. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the scene. What appeared to be a shimmering, golden bridge stretched across the sky, seeming to connect the different edges of the heavens.

My heart pounded once, twice, and then the sky was clear. A peal of excited laughter sent my head spinning; I clung to Will and looked at Agnes from whom the sound originated.

"I'm one hundred and twenty-one percent sure," she said, "that today isn't Tuesday. You know why? Because the sun hasn't moved. So it's twelve and the sun's at the same place it was when it was seven."

"And exactly why does that make it not Tuesday?" I said, nearly as puzzled as the reviewers/readers.

"Well, there's the fact that there isn't a single darned person around anywhere and there are maroon bunnies spelling out the words 'It's not Tuesday.' right in front of us."

Curious as to what she meant, I looked down at the red brick pavement, only to have my foot crushed by Agnes' as she grasped my head and turned it toward the center of the street. I shook my head at the multitude of bunnies hovering in the air, spelling out the words in bunny script.

"Who else beside me wants go and hide under the covers until stuff stops being weird?" I asked.

"It's tempting," Casper murmured, "But I think we should not."

I felt Will sigh and tighten his arms around my neck.

"This is an impossibly convenient chance for us to take that suspension off of our permanent records," he said, smiling at the bunnies. "We could sneak into the sch-"

"But then again we could hide beneath the covers," I interrupted, "because no one wants to run around the city when the entire world has like stopped. I bet hell's a Popsicle."

"No, I've been in hell at this time of year and it always tops a hundred," said Ithanis.

"Huh?" I said, looking across the street.
And there she was just across the street, waving towards us.

"Sis," said Will, "Is there something different about today?"

She threw her hands up and ran to our side, stopping next to Will.

"Of course, there's nothing different," Ithanis said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I see floating maroon bunnies everyday. Actually, last summer in Ahali I did see floating bunnies daily, but they were blue."

"So what is going on then?" Casper asked from his place nearer to the bunnies.

Ithanis' face scrunched up, her fingers tapped idly long my neck, and her left eye closed. She began to whistle the tune for some song, her fingers changing to match the rhythm. I tapped my foot impatiently.

"I think," she began, "that I ought to go back to Sepulchre University--I have to not miss my classes. They start in two minutes. I'll check and see if they know anything afterward. Nice seeing you guys."

I blinked my eyes, utterly surprised; she was no longer there. I covered my eyes with my hand and groaned.

"For the love of all that is not holy," I said, "Why does something stupid have to happen?"

"Who cares?" Agnes said, breaking her relatively prolonged silence, "Lets go steal stuff."

"Or you could come with me," said a voice that did not belong to any four of us.

We stopped our conversation. A lean, smiling man, somewhere around 25 years, stood a few feet down the sidewalk. He was dressed in a pare of cream slacks and a pink dress shirt; he carried a briefcase. Agnes ventured to speak.

"Sir, obviously you are a weirdo who wants to lure some deliciously beautiful youngsters into your-"

"Not me," he said, "Ithanis found out why everything stopped; she sent me to fetch you."

His eyes perked up at the word 'fetch,' and he looked expectantly at Agnes. His smile was carved even deeper, his lips stretched wide, and his hair, shoulder length, rigidly did not move in the light wind.

"So your name?" Will asked, glancing at Agnes.

"I'm Koa," the man said.

He, Koa, adjusted his collar and switched his briefcase to the other hand; we didn't move.

"Come on," Koa said, "Ithanis told me to hurry."

"Did she?" Agnes said, "She told us she wasn't going to do anything until after her classes. So we'll call first, if you don't mind."

"Of course, but she will urge you to go with me," Koa laughed, "It's very dangerous here."

"Well, we'll call her to make sure," Agnes said, "I have my cell, it'll only take a minute."

"No," he sighed, "I think you'll just come along with me. It'd be easier, and much safer."

Will took my hand and pulled me back behind him. For what reason I'll never know. He couldn't beat up a bunny.

"We have go," Agnes said.

She went right on past the man, stopping a few feet on to see if we were following, and being satisfied that we were. I felt weird though. The guy was still there. I spared a look back and stopped in mid step. Koa had a handful of fire and, judging from his expression, he wasn't going to keep it to himself.