If you haven't read "What I fear the most" before this, you might not understand the humor of this. My buddy "Momo" came over and screwed up my fanfic and made it awesome. Please enjoy, and read "What I fear the most" first.

Disclaimer: I do not own Shinji, Misato, or any other of the Evangelion characters, they are property of GAINAX and Yoshiyuki Sadamoto.

Oh, and Geico belongs to Geico, obviously.

Here I was. Misato's apartment, my room, my bed, and the usual obnoxious earsplitting heavy metal. For the first time that I could remember, it wasn't crawling with pond turtles, but with adorable little fuzzy caterpillars. Too cold to dance nude, too hot to dance fully clothed. So there I crashed around the room, blanket wrapped around me half-way, once again gushing over the caterpillars.

'How long have I been here?' I asked myself.

'Perhaps a billion jillion spillion drillion thousand kajillion centuries,' I muttered spitefully, but then realized I was talking to myself and consequently shut up. And still, I couldn't call home. The only home I ever had was with mother, not a woman who worked with me, but the point I am trying to make is that there was no phone there except for this clunky old-fashioned black one that my mom bought at an antique store that didn't work. (I mean the phone didn't work, not the antique store. An antique store is not a machine or anything so how could it not work, anyway?) But, getting back (finally!) to the point: Even though I'd known her so long, I had never really known her. You know? Known her but not known her. Not underlined as opposed to underlined. It's kinda hard to explain. Um…Yeah. Anyhoo, there was still so much she felt she had to hide from me, like her statue of Dr. Kaji holding a banana and grinning weirdly and all of her mixed feelings about doing bizarre and slightly suggestive dances for NERV. I was tired of Misato's mistrust, Asuka's perpetual fury, toast crumbs in the butter. I was tired of just about everything.

It was times like this that I liked to go back to that time, that one time with mother… everything in my head went white. OOOH pretty! Snow! Let's build a snowman! Soon enough, I saw myself in a snowsuit and then the outline of an enraged-looking thin woman covered in snow, shivering, short hair dripping wet.

"You've done enough."

Yes, I had done enough. Mother was always right.

"You just want to rest, body and soul."

Such a good idea. I was tired, physically, mentally, spiritually, in all senses of the word. However, building snowmen was fun and I wanted to build another. Anyway, it wasn't MY fault that the huge snowman I had just built had toppled over on my mother!

"Just rest. You don't have to go back. You can stay here. Forever. But it won't save you any money on car insurance! GEICO™"

What a nice concept that was, to just stay here building snowmen with mother eternally. That was usually the thought that lulled me to sleep, but it didn't work this time. I tried again and again, starting over from my blank white nothingness, but on the third try, I lost control. "WAAAAAAAAAAHHH THE SNOWMEN ARE GOING TO EAT ME!" I screamed.