"So this is the End of the World," said AJ, looking around. It looked like a hallway that stretched on forever. There were doors on each side, each one identical to each other. The only thing that stood out was a small wooden desk, occupied by a woman.

"Welcome to the End of the World," said the woman. "We are the most organized place in the universe. What would you like to find?"

"I have got to remember this place for my next paper," murmured Sebrena.

"We're looking for our friends lost soul," said Calysta.

"Souls? That's the 17th door on the right. The person there will help you after that." And with that, the woman turned away, and went back to working on something. Slightly confused, the 5 began to walk down the hallway.

After about five minutes, they stopped. "Shouldn't we have been there by now?" asked Howie.

"Weren't you counting?" asked Nick. Howie shook his head.

"I thought AJ was," said Howie.

"I thought Sebrena was."

"I thought Cal was."

"I thought Nick was."

"Then we'll just have to go back and start counting again," said Howie. So the five walked back to the desk and began counting again.

"Okay, here's the 17th door," said Calysta.

"Umm . . . did she say if it was on the right or the left?" asked AJ. Sebrena stamped her foot in frustration.

"If this place is so stinking organized, why don't they have signs on the doors?!"

"So . . ." said Kevin, sitting across from Brian, in an armchair.

"Yeah . . ." said Brian, who was sitting on the couch.

"How's . . . Leighanne?"

"She's good . . . and Kristin?" asked Brian.

"Fine . . . anything new in your life?" asked Kevin.

"No. Anything new in yours?"

"Nope."

"So . . ."

"So . . ." At that moment, Tyke wandered into the room.

"Hey, Tyke," said Brian, picking up the Chihuahua. "You know, just the other day, Tyke was able to open the door. I tried to get him to do it again, but he didn't really feel like it."

"That's . . . nice."

"And you know, sometimes, I can get him to stand up on his two feet and walk around," said Brian.

"Fantastic," said Kevin, unenthusiastically.

"Aww, look, he's making faces at me. Aww, cute doggie, cute, little, doggie. Yes you are," said Brian, talking like an idiot to Tyke. "Yes you are. Cute little-"

"Shut up about the dog already!" yelled Kevin. Brian looked shocked at his cousin.

"How dare you say such harsh words in front of my little baby!" burst Brian.

"That's not your little baby, that's a rat dog, Brian. It's an overgrown rat. It's hot dog meat! Get over it," said Kevin.

"How dare you! You apologize to Tyke right now!" yelled Brian.

"No way! I'm not apologizing to that walking Taco Bell commercial. You are obsessed with that disease-ridden filth!" admitted Kevin.

"Disease-ridden filth? I can tell you one thing, he has better hygiene than you did in high school, pimple face."