Jesse ran along the path which she thought James had taken, since all the weeds and branches were newly snapped. She didn't understand why James took her excuse so badly. Besides, she really did feel horrible for yelling at him and depressing him.

"I thought I was being nice to him," she said aloud to herself. "Humph... I wonder where Meowth is..."

James ran, disgusted with everything, until he reached the Fog Forest again and took a little break, sitting down on a fungi-covered log. He soon heard something quickly approaching where he was sitting, and stood up to defend himself. The figure ran towards him, kicking up dust in all directions, making it impossible for him to see who or what it was.

"Jesse?" he murmured to himself, disbelieving. He didn't think that Jesse could've possibly caught up to him that quickly. The figure came very close, until it was upon him. Of course, with the dust all about, James could not tell where the actual being kicking up the dust was.

The running thing ran right into him! It knocked him off his feet and, in his fall, he hit his head against a tree trunk and lost consciousness.

When the dust cleared, the redheaded woman stood above her victim.

"Ah guess Giovanni didn't lie afta all," she cackled in her strong Southern accent.

Jezebel was still wearing the Team Rocket uniform (minus her jacket) and still resembled Jesse.

"All Ah gotta do is drag him to the road where we can get a ride back to the house." She smiled as she began to tug his arm towards where she knew the road was. Once she had gotten his lifeless body dragged over a few stumps and rocks, it was no problem pulling him across the slippery clovers and ferns covering the forest floor.

Jesse continued through the forest until she reached a skid mark along the ground where all the weeds had been smashed and it seemed as if something had been dragged. She followed the skid mark, worried that maybe her James had been kidnapped and dragged along this path. As she continued walking along where the path took her, a pokemon fell out of the trees and landed on her head. The pokemon's claws dug into her thick ruddy hair, piercing her scalp, as it attempted to grasp onto her head. She shrieked loudly and grabbed the thing, flinging it a few yards away from her. As it flew through the sky, it shouted out a complaint in broken English. Jesse immediately knew who it was.

"Meowth!" she screamed angrily at the feline. "Why did you do that to me? You scared me to death!"

"I'm sorry, Jess, I jus tot Jezebel came back wit James for some reason, and I wanted ta scare her away."

"What are you talking about?" the enraged woman demanded.

"Oh," Meowth sighed, seeming to hide a secret that Jesse didn't know. "I didn't tell ya, did I? I's been sittin' here all day and tot I saw you drag James by. Of course, when I went ta catch up wit ya two, I found dat it was Jezebel, and she took off her boot, shoved me inta it, face first, and threw me up inta a tree."

"How could you possibly have thought that SHE was me?"

"She was wearin' a Team Rocket uniform exactly like yours, and ya hafta admit, she does look like ya. I coulda swore it was you, but afta she talked, I knew that she wasn't you!"

Jesse's anger toward Meowth subsided, and instead a look of puzzlement came over her face. As she pondered about why Jezebel would be wearing a Team Rocket uniform, she spoke her thoughts aloud.

"Now, why would Jezebel be wearing a Team Rocket uniform? And how did she know where James was?"

Meowth, thinking that she was talking to him, attempted to answer. "Well, I'm not exactl---" He was cut off by the thud of Jesse's boot on his head. "Owww!" he yowled. "I's jus tryin' ta help..."

"I don't need your help, you rotten furball!" Jesse screeched. Meowth cowered again, but got a better idea, and cautiously tried to tell Jesse.

"Uh, Jesse..."

Jesse, still deep in her thoughts, glared over at him with a look that could kill.

"Maybe we should---" He recoiled a bit, expecting her fist to come slamming down between his ears. It was now hovering above his head, ready for the next word to come out of his mouth. Jesse wasn't going to put up with his yapping this time, that was for sure... But he wasn't just yapping this time. He moved out of hitting distance to tell her.

"Jess, dey passed by here about ten minutes ago... If we hurry we could catch up wit em!"

Jesse's look of rage turned into a frantic one. "Yes, we'd better help him before it's too late!"