The Boss spoke firmly. "Butch, I want to rid Team Rocket of Jesse and James. First, however, I will get rid of James. You are going to assist me in doing so. Jezebel is to arrive here. You will have to do with much of the plot. At this moment, call a hairstylist."

As the cool fall breeze blew through the trees lining the highway, James stood happily shivering near the roadside. A car would have to come by, and when it did, he would get to leave this forest. Besides, Jesse probably already had left the forest and was getting a new assignment from the Boss. Why should he wait for someone that wasn't even coming?

Within an hour or so, finally a car came down the highway. A shiny red convertible sped towards where James was standing.

"Yay!" James screeched joyously. "I can finally be safe, away from everything!"

Waving his scraped-up arms victoriously in the air, he ran out onto the road, clomping his dirty boots on the concrete in the lane of the approaching car. Smiling from ear to ear, he made a stop signal with his hands so that the car would stop for him. Instead, though, the convertible swerved into the other lane to avoid James, then skidded past him. The hopeless, morose look on James's face was apparent as he watched his only chance of escape drive by.

In a few seconds, however, the car slammed to a halt a few hundred feet away. A twinkle came to James's eye as he excitedly jumped up, innocently thinking the driver was going to be kind and let him go with him. He swiftly made his way over to the car as the driver turned off the ignition and opened the car door.

As the man got up out of the car, James could see that the man was a member of Team Rocket, for he was wearing a black Team Rocket uniform with a bright red "R" across the chest. James waved warmly as he came closer to the car. The driver, leaning against the car with arms crossed, waited for James to approach.

When James had come within approximately fifty feet of the convertible, he could see that two other Rockets were in the car also. One was wearing the gray uniform that he had on, except the uniform was a female uniform. The person wearing the uniform was a woman with long, rose-colored hair. The man sitting beside her had short, chopped-off, blue hair and a black Team Rocket uniform. Curious, James stared at the two as he approached the car. After walking a few more feet, he could see that the man and the woman were kissing passionately and rapidly, running their hands all over each other.

"Whoa, those two are definitely in love," James thought as he came closer.

Soon James came close enough to see the color of the woman's eyes as she opened them between kisses. He stopped dead in his tracks. Panicky thoughts raced through his mind as his worst fear came true, revealed in her eye color.

"The woman's eyes are BLUE! Sapphire blue! Just like Jesse's! And the woman Rocket's uniform and hair! The exact same as Jesse's! Jesse's the one in the car! Jesse loves somebody else!"

The woman whispered sweet nothings into the man's ear as she stroked his chest. She completely ignored James, not even realizing his existance. This knocked James overboard. James looked away from the couple, beginning to sob.

Before his vision could become too blurry from the tears that welled up immediately after he saw the facts, James glanced back towards the pair and recognized the man with Jesse as Butch, his rival in Team Rocket, a person he knew and disliked, and who Jesse was kissing right now. The kiss that HE, James, had always wanted to receive.

"Jesse's in love with Butch!" his mind raced.

His heart pounded rapidly as it fell out of his body and broke into a million shards of pink flesh all over the road. Tears were now streaming down his face like a flash flood. He felt faint; he cried out in agony and ran back into the forest in a dizzy spell of disillusionment. Within seconds, James was sprawled out on the ground crying and wailing, going through the worst minutes of his life.

"Why? Why me?" he moaned. "The only person... I've ever loved... is in love with somebody... else... Somebody... I know! I always... woke up each day... imagining her and me together... at last... I always... thought... there was a... chance..."

He attempted to choke back the sobs as he spoke aloud of his despair.

"There's no... point in... living now..."

He lie on the ground for a few more seconds as he heard the convertible speed off. After sobbing for a few more seconds, he decided to take fate into his own hands...