You put everthing into season Two. Everything and the show slips to number ten in popularity. Not only that, but your car wraps around a telephone pole in a freak wreck. Somehow you walked away with miner bruises. You get the feeling the devil wants to collect your soul. Also that season a sniper round tags your make up man in the shoulder while he is doing your face in a outdoor scene. You really think the devil is out to kill you now. That bastard, you fifteen minutes of fame are not even over yet.