A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews. Here's the next part! Sorry it's a bit shorter. I promise the next one is longer… (Also apologies if you're offended by cursing. But really how can you have these two without it?)

"Stay away from me, you sick bastard!"

A plastic plate clanged against the wall, narrowly missing the blond head it was aimed at. Sebastian rolled his eyes but grabbed his bags, seeing that a large knife was next.

The woman kept shouting at him. "I heard all about what happened at the theater. I know it was you! You may have cleaned up nicely after yourself, but I know and I don't want you anywhere near my kids or me. You're mental! I should've had you institutionalized long ago!"

He stormed out of the house, bags strapped securely to his back, and made a run for it as the flashing lights and sirens approached from down the street. Luckily he knew the neighborhood well, and he took various shortcuts until he felt he was safe enough to stop. He pulled out his wallet to check how much money he had, and found a folded strip of paper with a name and a number on it. He remembered when he got it just a few days ago.

Should I? Sebastian thought. I wonder…

After dialing the number, he lifted the phone tentatively to his ear.

"Hi, hi!" sang a voice with Irish in it. "Who are you?"

"It's Sebastian—"

"SEBBY!"

He winced and turned down the volume on his phone a bit. "I prefer Sebastian or Seb."

"What do you want?" Jim's tone was suddenly not so pleasant.

Now that he thought about it, why had he called? What did he expect to gain from contacting a boy he just met? But at the moment he didn't have anyone else…

"Okay," the voice from his phone interrupted his thoughts. "Tell me what happened."

"My aunt kicked me out." The words were out before he could stop them.

There was a pause.

"Jim?"

"Did you want to come over?" It wasn't an invitation.

"No. Look. I don't know why I called. I just left my aunt's house and I found your number in my wallet and maybe it's because I have no one else to contact but before I knew what I was doing I had already dialed. So, there. I'm going to hang up now, and you can keep doing whatever you're doing and forget this happened, yeah?"

Another pause. Sebastian's thumb hovered over the "end call" button when Jim spoke. "109 S. Winchester Ave."

Jim hung up.

Sebastian blinked at his phone before pocketing it and his wallet, re-folding Jim's number and placing it in his jacket pocket. He started walking. This would be interesting.