"...Please tell me you ARE jumping to conclusions," Jessie begged, inspecting the white cloth. The was a bit of hair on it, and it WAS purple... "Crap. So now what?"

"Me me! Meow me meowth meeeoowwwth!" (Translation: Finally! Now for some paaannnccaakkeeess!!") Luminia sighed.

"We look for him, of course!" Meowth hopped onto Jessie shoulder. "UP UP, AND AWWWAAAAAYYYYYY-" he coughed a bit.

"You'd make a lousy villain."

"Er..."

"Right," Jessie nodded. "I... I knew that."

You lie like a rug, Jess, Meowth thought. Like a dirty rug. He pointed over to some bushes where he saw something, accidentally scratching Jessie's cheek.

Jessie glared at him. "WHY YOU MANGY LITTLE FLEA-TRAP WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU I SWEAR YOU WILL NOT LOOK FOREWARD TO THE LIGHT OF DAY!! IF YOU EVER SEE IT AGAIN!!"

Good lord, Meowth thought,if looks could kill I'd be pushing up the daisies. Of course, when Jess looks at you like dat it usually means she WILL kill you...

His thoughts were interuppted by the talking of Mrs. Chainsaw.

"AHHHHH MEEERRRCCYYYY!! MERCY ME, MORONIC HUMAN- uh... I mean..." Meowth didn't get the chance to finish before he was tossed into the lake. He saw Bo- BUTCH on the other side and swam (...hey, cats can swim, why not Meowth?) over to him. "OMGZ YOU GONNA BE MINE NOWZ, BUFFALO WING!!" he spoke with hunger and like the twerp. A.K.A. the moron with the little gay rat. A.K.A. Ash. He sank his teeth into Butch's arm.

Butch was too busy trying to shake off Meowth too go into a huge rant about his name being Butch and all that crap that's been done before. Instead... He screamed like a little girl. "AHHH CASSIDY, CASSIDY HELP IT'S EATING MEEEEEE!!...HELP ME GOD DAMMIT!!"

"Eeeeewww. He tastes like rotten onions," Meowth stuck out his tounge, going back over to Jessie.

Jessie shrugged. "It's probably Mr. Burger King's colonge."

"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"You know, I've never said this before, but Botch sounds like a b(beep) old lady."

"Yep. Hey, you know Jessibelle?" Meowth asked.

"How could I forget that slu(beep) son of a (beep) mother(beep) (beep) (beep) (beeeeeeeeeep)... (beep)?" Jessie retorted.

"Um... nevermind."

"Hey, what were you pointing at, anyway?" Jessie asked, desperate to change the subject.

"Dat bush over dere," he pointed to a raspberry bush with some paper on it.

Jessie walked over. Some of the paper was torn off. It was a poem of some sort.

Run until I die,

Run until I die.

I broke your heart,

So I'll run until I die.

Run until I die,

Run until I die.

I don't want you to find me,

So don't even try.

Run until I fall,

Run until I fall.

Run until I find

The rest of the page was torn off. "Wow. I'm sure dat's Jimmy's writing. He sure cares about us, doesn't he Jess. Jess?" Meowth looked up to see Jessie folding up the now tear-stained note.

"I won't let him. I don't care if he made me cry. That's life. And I'm not letting him end his!" she ran with no idea if she was going the right way. James really only knew the way to one cliff, anyway. She knew he was going to be there.

...

James was now running as well, hoping that Meowth found his little note. Who cares if he did? There was no arguing with that fur-ball. He entered Lavender Town, gazing up at the tower. He shuddered. He remembered falling down those many storeys, Jessie screaming something about her perfection. It was sort of like the ride at Disney World -except with a lot more pain. Being captured by those god-forsaken Ghost Pokemon, a Haunter and a few other morpheous blobs. And being tied to their carousel. Being lit on fire by the twerp because he thought they were Pokemon, Jessie nearly losing her HAIR because of it, (her lovely raspberry scented hair. Probably either her conditioner or her godly hairspay.) Jessie getting a Pokeball in the face (he did a good job of holding back his laugh there), Jessie getting freakishly mad at the twerp for "ruining her beauty", so to speak... the list was simply endless.

He wasn't really sure if he should do it, it was pretty high, plus he might fall again through those... what, thirty floors? That'd be SUICIDE!!

But I suppose that's just what he wanted.

He took a deep breath. Alright... here it goes.He opened the creaking door and peered around the dusty room. A faint cry of "Haunter..." coming from upstairs chilled him to the bone. He hesitantly took a step. Well, so far he hadn't fallen into the five storey basement. He yelped and jumped back, hearing a creak.

Don't be such a wuss, James! You're going to jump from the top floor anyway, plus you survived this before, falling through those millions of floors, he scolded himself. He took another step, the little creak repeating itself. Then he saw a huge hole in the floor, and peering down it he saw around four others. He guessed it was where he'd fallen before, wincing a bit because of the memory of pain. Especially since the other two landed on top of him.

He quickly walked around it, looking for the stairs. He found them and rushed up, quickly but still a bit cautious. One of the stairs gave way beneath his feet, and he yelled out, caught off guard as he tumbled down.

"Owwww..." he moaned. "Falling and splatting, isn't that painless? That's why I chose that method. It's messy, but painless all the same."

A purple shape apearred in front of him. "GENGAR!" it cried, attemping to scare the living crap out of James.

Well, it worked.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMGZ JESSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEELLLLLPPPPPPP!!" he screamed, fainting with the little swirly eyes things. "These ghosts have a love for slapstick comedy... how... peculiar," he said wisely and randomly."Wait... that's right, Jessie's dead."

Ash and company who were standing at the doorway, heard this. Misty wanted to shout to James she wasn't dead, what he should come back, that she was looking for him, but Brock held her back and covered her mouth. "Misty, he doesn't want to go back. He doesn't want to know he's found, he will just think we're lying and run off," he explained as quietly as he could.

Misty nodded, seeing his point as he released her and she started walking closer. She hid behind a support whenever James looked her way.

James was now on the second-last storey of the building; he'd been a bit off when he guessed there were thirty of them. Instead there was twenty.

High enough for him.

As he reached the window, stepping onto it's ledge and feeling the bone-chilling wind through his indago hair all he could think of at his final moments was Jessie. The tears running down his cheeks were threatening to freeze as he whispered "Jessie...I'm so sorry I caused all this. If I wasn't so easily manipulated maybe you'd still be alive. I swear I didn't mean to cut your life so short. Don't worry because I doing what I feel is right. I deserve this."

He took a deep breath, a last breath and added, "Goodbye."

Alright, he thought, on three. One... two...