"Oh man, I nearly forgot," Greg announced as Ritza drove them away from the house. "Your phone."
          Ryan took his phone from Greg and switched it on. There were numerous messages from Wayne and Chip and one voice message. He dialed the number given and waited, finally he got the message from Colin.
          "Well who was it from?" Greg asked.
          "Col…it’s a couple of days old though," Ryan mumbled.
          "So call him," Brad insisted, "then we can pick him up."
          "I had planned to," Ryan scorned and dialed Colin's number.

          "Hello?"
          "COL!"
          "RY!"
          "Are you ok?"
          "I will be after several large vodkas…how are you?"
          "Oh the leg hurts and I'm sick of Drew…but apart from that I'm fine."
          "Where are ya? We'll come pick you up."
          "Katoomba…Wayne and Chip should be here soon too."
          "Where the hell have they been?"
          "I don't know…but we haven't come across Ritza again."
          "Hey, Ritza isn't the psycho bitch we originally thought you know."
          "No? How do you figure that?"
          "I'll explain when we get there…see you soon buddy."
          "Later."

          "Well," Greg asked, "is everything dandy?"
          "Yeah, Colin and Drew are at Katoomba…Chip and Wayne are meeting them there so…it’s back to Katoomba," Ryan replied.
          The trip back to Katoomba took several hours and Gina, Greg and Ryan had to be woken on their arrival.
          "You slack bastards," Brad mused as Ritza parked the car.
          "Hey, we haven't had the opportunity to grace a king sized bed recently," Greg scorned.
          "Thank Christ," Gina added.
          "I don't even remember the last time I had a decent sleep," Ryan sighed.
          "Look, there's your friends," Ritza pointed out.
          Ryan hurried out of the car and over to Colin, who was still limping and wrapped him up in a big hug.
          "Aww it's nice when lovers reunite," Drew sighed.
          "Your just jealous 'cos no one wants to hug you," Chip mused.
          "Shut up," Drew grumbled.

          "So what happened to you, man?" Ryan asked Colin.
          "It’s a long story," Colin sighed.
          "Let's get something to eat then," Ryan suggested. "Hey, anyone interested in eating?" Ryan asked the group.
          "Am I," Drew grinned.

          Ryan, Colin, Drew, Wayne and Chip headed into a nearby restaurant. Greg turned to follow them when he noticed Gina heading in the opposite direction. He rushed to catch up with her.
          "Hey, where ya going?" Greg asked.
          "You don't want me hanging around," Gina replied.
          "You're as much a part of everything as we are…besides I know you haven't eaten and if you don't you'll start wasting away," Greg insisted.
          "Gee thanks Mum," Gina mused.
          "You know I'm right," Greg jeered, shaking his head.
          "Does this mean you're paying?" Gina smiled as she headed toward the restaurant.
          "No, this means Drew's paying," Greg grinned.

          "So you hungry?" Brad asked leaning against Ritza's car.
          "Famished darling," Ritza smiled and slid her arms around Brad's waist.
          "Thanks for saving my friends," Brad said sincerely as he brushed Ritza's hair away from her face.
          "The pleasure was all mine," Ritza perked and brushed her lips against Brad's.
          "So tell me the truth," Brad sighed.
          "What truth?" Ritza asked slightly blustered.
          "That you're just using me for my body," Brad mused.
          "Damn, you caught me out," Ritza jeered, slid her hands down and squeezed Brad's butt.
          Brad let out a squeak, then kissed Ritza.
          "Come on…let's join the others," Brad smiled when they parted. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and Ritza kept one of her hands in Brad's back pocket and they sauntered across the road to the restaurant.

          "Oh look they've finally stopped exploring each other’s tonsils," Wayne cooed as Brad and Ritza joined everyone at a rather large table.
          "So what happened?" Ryan asked as he helped himself to a roll.
          "Oh…well they took me from the hospital…I think they upped my painkillers…the next thing I knew I was waking up in some old house…Drew was sitting there flicking matches," Colin replied. "I then made the suggestion we leave…"
          "With your leg like that?" Ryan said flabbergasted.
          "It was no biggie…Drew was the one that whined anyway," Colin jeered.
          "Hey, I'm no athlete," Drew grumbled.
          "That's for sure," Brad chuckled.
          "Anyway…Ritza's…ah…her friends turned up and I made Drew act as a distraction…and we hijacked the car," Colin perked.
          "Tell them about the kangaroo Col," Drew insisted.
          "There was a dead kangaroo in the trunk and Drew screamed like a girl," Colin smirked.
          "Yeah, well Colin got hammered when we spent the night in a town," Drew huffed.
          "I told you…the locals kept buying me drinks," Colin hissed. "So what happened to you guys?"
          "Well, funny enough we ended up here…we saw Ritza and Brad went to follow her…" Ryan began.
          "And we never saw him again." Wayne interrupted.
          Brad smiled and shrugged.
          "Yeah, anyway…we split up…Wayne and Chip went one way and me and Greg went the other…we ran into Gina," Ryan pointed to Gina, "when she was abusing her car…she later went on to abusing Greg."
          "He started it," Gina declared.
          "And then Ryan got kidnapped and me and Gina got locked in a shed…but we escaped," Greg perked.
          "And I dared Greg to steal the car…and then we ran into Brad and Ritza," Gina added.
          "So after we got the truth from Ritza and cleared the image of Brad having sex from our minds, we went to save Ryan," Greg enthused.
          "And I got locked in a shed again," Gina mused.
          "And I saved you," Greg smiled.
          "And I got molested by her sister," Ryan nodded looking at Ritza, "but that's another story," he shrugged.
          "You know what the weirdest thing is though?" Chip announced.
          There was a unified. "What?"
          "The burnt Whose Line tape we found at the hospital…it had nothing to do with anything," Chip mused.
          "Whose Line?" Ritza said confused.
          "Yeah, it’s a training video for washing line salesmen…ridiculous really," Gina perked.
          Brad let out a sigh, and the others cottoned on.
          "Nice bit of improv," Greg whispered to Gina.
          "I know," Gina smirked.

          "Well…I propose a toast," Ryan perked; everyone grabbed their drinks. "To Ritza for saving my ass and not being a psycho bitch after all."
          Everyone clinked glasses.
          "Wait I've got a toast too," Gina smiled. "To my comrades in arms," she looked at Ritza, "and the yanks," she gave a broad grin to the guys. "Thank you for making the world a safe place once again…may the points one day truly matter."
          The last bit of Gina's speech was totally lost on Ritza.
          "Guess the only thing left to do is go home," Drew breathed.
          "Yeah, back to LA," Ryan nodded.
          "My wife is going to kill me," Colin said, raising an eyebrow.
          "I forgot about her…she'll blame me," Ryan skulked.
          "We all blame you dude," Wayne scorned.
          "Thanks," Ryan huffed.
          "To think after all this I have to go back to the paper empty handed," Gina sulked.
          "Paper…you're a journalist," Drew gasped.
          "I thought you were on TV," Greg scorned.
          "I moonlight occasionally," Gina retorted.
          "A journalist…why a journalist?" Drew continued.
          "It’s ok…she won't say anything," Ryan mused.
          "She better not," Drew huffed.
          "Don't worry Drew…no one knows who you are here," Gina sarced.
          "Hey!" Drew grumbled.

          Ritza rested her head on Brad's shoulder. "Don't go," she breathed.
          "I have to," Brad replied.
          "The zoo can wait," Ritza grumbled.
          "Zoo," Wayne mouthed.
          "No, it can't…" Brad sighed.
          "Not even for me?" Ritza peeped.
          "Sorry muffin," Brad mumbled.

          Everyone tuned out and went back to their meals, each of them trying desperately to forget everything they had experienced over the last few days.