I sat in a nice, cozy place for awhile. Quickly after my discussion with Jack, I dashed off and convinced the single girl who could see me to help me with finding Summer.

Step 1: Google.

I hoped that this was not going to be hugely problematic to find her. I mean, Summer James was just close enough to being common that it could cause some problems in finding the exact person whom Jack is referring. I did have a bit of an idea though.

I must look like her. Something like that. Jack had to have some reason for asking her to do this. They had to be similar in some way.

I clutched the object I had in my pocket. It felt somehow odd in my hand. Just touching it gave my whole body a bit of a jolt. But in a good way. Kind of like a shot of coffee to a tired mind. My fingers curled around it, but I dropped it before I could do any harm to it.

It was Summer's. Not mine.

We were currently in step 2: have her google while I waited. It felt odd for me to go into such a quiet, odd place. Also, I didn't want to distract her. She still seemed to be the only person able to touch or see me.

Angel came trotting out. She looked a little bit torn up about something, like she was about to burst into tears. I did the obvious thing: rush up to her and attempt to find out what the reason for her tears was. She never really gave me a direct answer.

"Su... Siren." Her lip quivered. "Summer is not around any more."

I blinked a few times. She wasn't around any more? "Oh? It's okay! People are not around a lot of the time." I winced, as this was probably a terrible thing to be saying to a young girl whom I had found in the street.

"Yeah..." She sniffled and wiped at her cheeks. "I know that."

I put my arm around her and pulled her in. "I'm sure that Summer is in a nice, happy place."

This did it for her. She just simply burst into tears and began to hiccup a bit. In the short time I had known her, I had figured that she was too cheerful for crying. Nobody is, after all.

"Why are you so worked up about this?" I asked her in a kind manner. She didn't even know the girl who had been lost. How could an unknown entity change somebody so greatly? Sure, her death and passing were something major, but nothing compared to what would cause most people this meltdown.

She rubbed furiously at her eyes now and I could see her trying to get control over herself and her actions. I continued to have my arm around her, and I rubbed at her back in a comforting manner.

"I don't know," she quivered. "I just wanna go back to Jolene's house now."

Jolene, for those who are not aware of who she is, is a kind lady who had been attempting foster care for quite some time. Angel had been taken under her wing the previous day. This all happened really too fast for me to comprehend or for anything to really make any sort of sense. Wasn't foster care slow?

I lead her home, or where she was currently staying. Due to her rather explosive reaction, I felt the need to sooth and comfort her some how. Not doing so would probably be a crap thing to do to anybody.

Before long, I stood outside of the door. She had ditched me the second the door was open, leaving me standing there. An eerie feeling of awkward crept over me, making whatever I did feel unnatural. I needed to sit down somewhere.

The problem with being me is that there is no real home for me to go to. No cozy place for me to sit down and visit without worrying about somebody walking through me. I always kind of imagined coming across this one door way that lead to my dream home, but I was yet to find it.

I roamed around silently, not really thinking about what I should have been. There was a puzzle for me to figure out, and my mind was going for everything but.

The sun set pretty early into the evening. The clock had hardly turned to six in the evening when the sky began to darken up. Clouds danced around the mostly bare sky. Stars struck out against the black curtain of the night. Dominating over it all was the moon. It looked like a coin that had been pressed carefully into the sky, beaming over everything.

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. With my face turned to the moon, I made a wish.

"Dear... God, or whatever deity is here to hear me. I suppose my beliefs would lead me to the Moon. Or if you aren't him, please let him know that somebody wanted to tell him this." I swallowed, suddenly self conscious. Nobody would ever know about this, but it still was horribly embarrassing.

"Please let me find my place among all of this. I just want to have my own little part of existence. Even if it is just a small little corner in some unheard of place, I just want a home or some purpose."

I puffed out my cheeks and glanced around. Nobody was around to hear that, thankfully. The thought had been building up for quite some time, I just never really had the guts to say it out loud. Something about noise made everything seem like it was real.

There was an odd knot in my gut that came with the feeling of deja vu. It had been building up for quite some time, actually. There were a few instances in which I almost keeled over with the feeling. My mind hurt, like it was straining and jumping for the bottom of the metaphorical cookie jar that was my mind. I could have sworn that my hand had already brushed the bottom a million times over, hoping for a sweet treat of some sort.

I opened my eyes and looked around with an odd feeling of freshness. The moonlight made the thin frost coating on everything glisten. All of it was so beautiful, peaceful, lovely.

And I had no part of it.

My gaze wandered over everything just as the first flakes of snow began to drift down. A flurry of white was soon to take over everything, silencing all sounds.

I began to hum a tune when I noticed a very odd door.

Author's Note: Well this chapter was rough. I have a point I want to get to, but this is just horrible. I am so, so very sorry for this. I have been thinking about trying to get a picture up of Summer's tattoo and using that for the main picture for this story. I mean, that would be cool, wouldn't it? It might take me awhile to make one, so don't get your hopes up.

Any way, please review and make me a happy author! I am going to be attempting to get my muse back into me!