When Luther fell off the couch, Joanie was taken with him. Squealing, she sprawled onto the floor, glaring at him. "What?" she demanded. "What's so funny? Ah'm askin' ya a question, now what-" She cut off as a lock of hair fell in her face. Eyes wide, she stared at it for a good several seconds before letting out a high-pitched scream, stumbling backwards and scooting away from Luther. In the process, she rammed into the only wall of the fort that was left standing, knocking it over. "What the Hell?" she half-shouted, looking over at him. "It's not funny!" she barked, heart racing. "Stop it!"