Mumblemoon, blindfolded, had accidentally stuck fangs on Maggie's arm instead of on the pin-the-fangs-on-the-vampire poster.

"I won," whispered Celestina—who sounded a bit like Brooke doing an imitation of the real Celestina. Could it be? Maggie noticed that the brown hair escaping Celestina's wig was the same color as Brooke's.

"Brooke? It’s me, Maggie," said Maggie. She grabbed Celestina's hand and pulled her into a quiet room.

"I’m so happy I found you!" said Maggie, hugging her costumed friend. "I didn't realize costume parties could be so weird and lonely. Masks creep me out. I wonder where Ryan and Jonah are—probably chowing down on ghost toast and boo-berry jam." She talked on and on—until the real Brooke came and tapped her shoulder.

"I heard your voice," said Brooke, who was dressed as Rompie, drum and everything. "Who is this?"

Maggie looked at Celestina and then back at Brooke. "I have absolutely no idea," she said with a shiver. "Uh...excuse us, Celestina," she said, and pulled Brooke downstairs.