The camera clicks on to a close up view of Beyond Birthday's coal-stained-crimson eyes. The spider-like boy pulls back and slouches surprisingly quickly back to the couch he has been taking residence on lately. Samantha is sitting next to him, holding an iced over jam jar to her head with one hand. They are, yet again, wearing exactly the same thing as before, but Beyond's shirt seems less stained than before, and Samantha's socks are a lighter color blue.

"Before we start this show, there's one thing I'd like to say to the author. Beyond?" Samantha starts, and Beyond hops up once more, standing to the side of her that the jam jar had flown from previously.

"Go ahead, Samantha. Beyond will not let you be thrown from consciousness again." He tells her solemnly. She nods.

"Okay, Kanki? You gave me a minor CONCUSSION!" She declares, angrily. "A concussion, Kanki! Do you know how that's going to damage my test scores? We have rankings next week! You better hope I don't drop below fifteenth for this! I've worked to hard to pull myself up from twenty-seventh! You got that? If you screwed up my Wammy's scores you will not be a happy little writer anymore, I can promise you that!"

"Finished?" Beyond asks, now holding three freshly thrown jam jars. She nods, and he returns to sitting, but not before putting down the jars in his right hand and catching a fourth right before it would've crashed into his sisters head.

"Okay, well, onto letters." Samantha declares, pulling out the first and opening it. "This one is from Backyard Bottomslash…" she pauses "Hey, didn't you kill them?"

Beyond shrugs. "I had thought that I had. What does it say?"

"Um… 'Mr. Birthday' Heh, you sound so fancy, Beyond! Anyway… 'Mr. Birthday, are you a necrophiliac?'" She pauses, looking up. "I'm sorry, but what the hell kinda question is that? Isn't that a bit personal? That's like asking what color underwear Beyond is wea–"

"I think that we are all closet necrophiliacs." Beyond responds around his left thumb, cutting his sister off. "Now, if Samantha would please with the next question?"

"Oh, uh… right. This one's from someone named Cloud… Wait, Cloud? Like the character from that game? What was it called again?" She pauses for a second, thinking, then gives up. "If you are that Cloud, could you give me your autograph? I'm certain that Mattface would love that!"

"Samantha?"

"Yes, Beyond?"

"Stop being maternal, sister, and get on with reading the letter."

"Fine, take all of Mattface's joy just so I can read you a letter!"

"… just read it."

"… fine." She unfolds the paper and holds it before her. "Okay, here goes 'OMG YAY! I HAS QUESTIONS FOR BEYOND-KUN!' … wow, caps lock much? Anyway… 'First of all; Beyond, you are my hero/role model/fave person in the whole wide world!' … wow. Role model? That's kinda frightening…"

"I think that it is touching. Thank you, Cloud-san. … Samantha? Is there more?"

"Yeah. 'Second; I have been inspired by you… I shall grow up to be a serial killer!'" she pauses, looking to the camera with wide eyes. "Please don't! That would most certainly be a bad idea!"

"Again, I think that it is flattering. But please do not. You don't know if those people were destined to die that day or not." Beyond responded slowly.

"There's a bit more… 'Yay! Anyways B, I LOVE you and I shall be back, but I gotta go. HERE'S SOME JAM!'" Samantha read. "Wow, Beyond, I think you got yourself a stalker, or at least someone preparing to become one. Hmm… I wonder what they meant by 'Here's some jam'…? Well, I guess we'll find out at some point, won't we?"

"I would assume so."

"Well, there's one more letter… and this one's from an old friend of mine. Actually, it's from my roomie back at the House!" Samantha declared cheerfully. "Well… her and some chick named Holly…. But, still, it's from Linda!"

"The one that never let Beyond have N-san's eyes?"

"Indeed."

"Ah. Well, you may read the letter."

"Geez, I didn't know I needed your permission, Beyond… Okay, here goes… '*blinks several times* I am blinded by you epicness…' Oh dear! Please don't sue! We can't afford it! I mean, we could, but I have plans for the money that Wammy's House left us! Baking supplies don't pay for themselves, you know, and I have to be here to watch over Beyond all day, so it's not like I could get a job!"

"Samantha, I am sure she will not sue. Now please continue."

"Stop telling me what to do! I could be the older one, you know, so you shouldn't boss me around, just on those grounds, not to mention you shouldn't boss me around anyway, 'cuz I'm your sister."

"Samantha?"

"… I'm reading, I'm reading… 'Now then… Part of me has a question.

Linda: WHY ARE YOU AFTER MY NEAR-SANS EYES?' … yeah, I'd think you'd be more likely to want Panda-kun's eyes, then Sheep-san's…"

"You would hurt me severely if I attempted to remove L-san's eyes, and N-san's eyes are the next closest thing." Beyond responded matter of factly. "They are so wide and cold. Beautiful, beautiful black. Like mirrors of onyx. Beyond had to happen. They are so pretty and perfect and so much better than Beyond's own eyes. They look so like His eyes… I just want to see like He does. Is that so wrong?"

"… Yes. Yes it is, brother!" Samantha said matter of factly. "Why can't you be satisfied with your own eyes? You're eyes are wonderful, Beyond! Have you ever seen eyes like yours anywhere else? Your eyes make you special, unique in a way that no one else can ever be! Can't you just be satisfied with that?"

"… read the rest of the letter."

"… I'm sorry, Beyond, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I really didn't!"

"Just read it."

"All right, Beyond. '*coughs* That is all… HI NEKO! *waves* ^o^' Aww! Hello Linda! How's the search for Sheep-san going?" Samantha grins big, waving at the camera. "Are you doing okay? Are you eating well? I bet you aren't, you always try to take care of others and forget yourself!… you haven't tried to cook, have you? Did you blow up the kitchen this time?"

"Samantha?"

"Yes?"

"Stop talking to someone who's not here and finish the letter."

"… fine, fine, but I invite Linda to join the show! Now… 'Holly: … O.o She's crazy.' … Linda is NOT crazy, Holly or whoever you are! She nice and wonderful and should never be allowed in ay kitchen anywhere ever!" Samantha snaps. "I will not stand for people telling me that my dear roommate is crazy. I know crazy, trust me, and she is NOT crazy! In fact, you know who is crazy? FREAKI –" But it seems that no one will get to know who Samantha thinks is crazy, for it was at this precise moment that a jar of jam fell from the roof onto her head, knocking her out.

On the jar was a small note reading

'Here is some Jam

{~*Cloud*~}'

"Samantha? Samantha?" Beyond poked her twice, then shrugged. "Well, I supposed Beyond will leave now." He declared, walking up to the camera and clicking it off.