new_it_girl | Room 425, Thursday

Hanna dreamed about her lost best friend for days now. It was slightly unnerving because Hanna thought maybe Alison was trying to tell her something.

When she heard someone knocking on her door, it didn't take long for her to understand just what those dreams implied.

Alison	There she was, standing outside her door, smiling back at Hanna. Alison. She looked just as she had when Hanna last saw her alive. Beautiful blonde hair, precious heart shaped face, wearing the same yellow shirt she wore the night she died...She looked like an innocent fifteen-year-old girl. "Hi Hanna," Alison smirked. "Miss me?"
Hanna	She was too dumbfounded to speak. Worse, she didn't really miss Ali. She didn't miss the constant digs at the people she supposedly cared for. She didn't miss how she'd belittle people like Lucas and Mona behind their backs and to their faces. She didn't miss how Ali manipulated everyone. Not that she wanted Ali to die. She would have preferred if she just moved away. No one, not even Alison, deserved to die the way she had. "Are you really here?" Hanna asked, ignoring Alison's question. She reached over to brush a strand of hair from her eyes. That felt very real. "But...how? You're dead."
Alison	"Do I look dead to you?" Alison scoffed. "I'm very much alive...at least for a few days. Your weirdo town came through."
Hanna	She said the word weirdo the way she referred to Mona as a loser. Hanna didn't like it. She didn't like the inferiority she felt just by being in Ali's presence. "You know what, don't call it that," Hanna said, pretending she wasn't scared of her. "Show some respect. It is giving you life. Somehow."
Alison	"Wow," Alison said, that same smirk on her face. "Check you out having a backbone. Never thought I'd see the day. You never stood up for yourself. It was kinda pathetic."
Hanna	"Yeah, well, I'm not that girl anymore," Hanna replied angrily. "You can't hurt me like that now."
Alison	"You always hurt the ones you love," Alison pointed out. "I really did care about you girls."
Hanna	"You had a funny way of showing it." It was funny how Hanna was just going with this. It was Fandom, after all. "So what is this? Am I being punished? Or do you have some unfinished business?"
Alison	Alison narrowed her eyes. "I was murdered and it's unresolved. What do you think?"
Hanna	Hanna looked down, feeling the shame Alison always made her feel. "Who did it? Who killed you?" Sure, Ali just got back here, but this was a reasonable question to ask right away.
Alison	"You'll figure it out in due time," Alison sighed. "Be patient."
Hanna	"You always did keep secrets," Hanna said, clearly frustrated. "Always knew ours, but we never knew yours."
Alison	"And yet, they are starting to come out," Alison pointed out. "You know about Ian...You should talk to Emily, too. She might have some new information. And Spencer...well, she's always getting closer."
Hanna	Hanna blinked. "What are you talking about?"
Alison	Alison shook her head. "I'm not here very long. I don't want to spend the entire time talking about my murder and those 'A' bitches. I already know it happened." With that, she walked past Hanna, reached into the refrigerator, and produced a small carton of ice cream. "Can always count on you to keep a supply of this around."
Hanna	"I see death has made you a better person," Hanna said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Know this, Ali, whatever you say to me now? It means nothing. You can't hurt me like that anymore."
Alison	"I made you this way," Alison pointed out. "Don't forget that."
Hanna	Hanna was certain the next few days were going to be eventful. Alison DiLaurentis was back. How could it not be? She already hated that she couldn't talk to Aria, Emily, or Spencer about this.