Brianna ran to the cabins and started crying. She was now going to be known as the murderer. To LeShawna, The Bitch. She was scared. She never took her anger out on a person. She'd have to leave the island. She'd have to- a knock on the cabin door made her interrupt her thoughts. She slowly opened the door to find it was Duncan. "Can I come in?" He asked. She nodded and he sat on the bed Brianna was sitting on. "What happened back there?" He asked. She didn't answer. She was shaking. She finally answered," When I was a little girl, I was bitten by somone with an infection. She put a kinda curse on me. Every time I got really mad, I would become a witch. Ever since then, I've been morphing into a witch and back. People would understand my pain, but I never took out my anger on a person like I did to Harold. It was my first time- and I was scared. I only know that the cure is love. If I really, truly, love someone, I won't turn into a witch forever." He looked shaken. The two stood up. "You know, I could help you through this-" "Oh Duncan!" Brianna flung her arms around Duncan's neck and waltzed into his arms. She whispered something in his ear,"Don't ever let go." He played with her hair. "Don't worry, I won't."