"You guys coming?" Fun Ghoul yelled from the hangout. I grabbed my ray gun and banged on the door to Jet's room, which he shared with Ghoul. "Jet-Star? You ready?" I asked. Jet opened the door to his room, smiling when he saw me clad in Killjoy "uniform" and pumped up. But the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked this time, looking into his eyes. "I think...I don't know. Blink, I had another nightmare. I don't know what-" "It's okay. Jet, you're okay. Listen..." I trailed off and both of our eyes were drawn to Gee-Party Poison. Over the weeks, I'd gotten the hang of calling Ghoul, Jet, and Kobra by their new names, but I never could get used to calling Gerard Poison. "You guys ready?" Poison asked. We nodded. "Yeah." "Good." He answered with a smile that, like Jet's, didn't even come close to his greenish eyes. "Kobra's waiting outside." "Okay. Go on, Jet. I need to...check something." As Jet walked away, my eyes filled with tears. Slowly but surely, the Killjoys were falling apart. Jet's nightmares and Kobra's cutting, coupled with Ghoul's depressions...and Gerard's change of dress, manner, and character had taken a toll on all of us. I missed Gee, the real Gee: black hair, black makeup, Black Parade. I missed us. Though we were needed as the Killjoys, we were, after all, needed still as the Black Parade leaders. Poison should still be Gerard. Jet should still be Ray. Ghoul and Kobra should be Frank and Mikey. And I should still be Helena.