Okay, so you know about my counterpart, but how will Sly react in the next two chappie? This chappie is telling about how Sly's day went the same day Carmelita was at the beach/ my crib, k? Don't expect Carmelita to pop up anywhere.

Carmelita: Hey! I'm telling!

Sly: FINALLY! I'm in the sequel!

oooooooooooooooooooookay. Enough of the awkwardness...into the wierdness!

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"Promise you won't forget me...promise me." He doubled her choker around his wrist, and, looking her dead in the eye, said only one word

"Promise." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful gold chain. On the chain was an even more beautiful gold locket, on its center was a tiny star shapped diamond. He put it around her neck, closing the clasp. Before he got the chance to close it, She just...vanished...the locket fell to the floor and shattered...

And then he woke up.

Sly Cooper had been doing this for a while...it's been...oh say...about a year. Every morning...and sometimes in the middle of the night...he'd wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, dreaming something had happened to his love. He turned his head and looked at the alarm clock...

3: 48 A.M.?

He moaned, flopping back on the couch. He would have gladly gone back to sleep, except for two things: a) he'd most likely have another nightmare about his only EVER love getting hurt/vanishing/leaving him/ well, you get the idea, and b) because when you wake up from a dream/ nightmare, it's a liiiiiiiiiittle hard to go back to sleep. Trust me...I'd know.

Sly swung his legs over and stood up, walking over to the window in the living room (He'd fallen asleep downstairs on the couch.). He pulled the black curtains back, gazing at the stars. That reminds me: That's another thing he's done a lot in the past year. He sighed both inward and out. No wonder Bentley and Murray were worried, I mean...look at the guy!...oh...wait...you can't, can you? My bad! Here's what's changed in his posture and, well, just himself.

"He really just isn't the same." That's how Murray would put it. He's not the brightest crayon in the box, give him a break! Bentley on the other hand would tell you this:

"I don't know what happened a year ago, but whatever happened, it wasn't all that good. Up until about...four months ago, he would just dream a wierd dream that he would never talk about...but in these past four months, it's esciladed from there. There's no hope in his eyes...like...he's missing something. But what it is I just can't put my finger on it. He'll laugh and joke around with us and have a good time, sure, but if I get up in the middle of the night for something, I can hear him either crying in his sleep, or mumbling something about someone coming back. I'm really worried...what made him like this?"

And that much was true. Sly wouldn't tell anyone what happened a year ago. If Bentley or Murray tried to ask him, he'd be on the verge of tears. Anyway, he stared out at the stars, trying to find something...anything...to get her out of his mind even for a second. It was no use. His head drooped to the floor, his thoughts focusing on a certain alluring vixen. He weakly brought his head back up and resumed stargazing.

"When will you be back, mi querera?" Sly said in a soft, weak voice. He made his way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face, trying to get it together. He looked up into the mirror. A broken man with little hope stared back at him with tearstained eyes. He continued to splash cold water on his face. After about a minute of this he looked back at the mirror. Still broken. Not much hope. At least he don't have teary eyes.

He stared at his reflection, lost in thought completely. His mind was at war...'hey, I bet this is how she feels sometimes with me' Sly thought, but there was another voice...deeper, more aged...wiser...coming into his head.

I miss her so much.

Think about her.

What? Who are you?

Sly...I am your father.

No your not.

heh. You right. I'm your consience.

I have a consience?

yep. And I'm telling you. You love her. More than you could know.

Oh really?

really really.

You know what?...I hate it when you're right sometimes.

what will you say when she comes back?

...well...I...don't really...know.

Not surprising. You need to start to think about these things, boy! Are you just going to stand there when she comes back and look like a retard? Then she'll wonder if she's standing in front of the actual Sly Cooper!

Well, I can't just say 'I love you.' right when she walks up to me!

hey, you're the ladies' man here. I just showed up 'cause this will be very interesting. And who knows? She may be back sooner than you think.

What's that supposed to mean...?...oh...wait. You're telling me to just be prepared for when she comes back. I won't know when until I see her, right?

I knew you had a brain in there somewhere. I suggest you use it when it comes to your love. You don't know where she is, you don't know what she's thinking...if she even loves you anymore. You just need to keep your cool. And whatever happens, means there's something better coming down that path...whichever path that will be. The possibilities are endless! Remember that. Wake me up when she gets here, that will be a good show!

And with that, the voice was gone. Sly looked back up to the mirror just out of curiosity and saw a different reflection. He was standing a little taller, the hope had returned ever stronger. His eyes were brighter than they had been in a year, and this was something he hadn't done in a great while...

He was smiling.

Sly made his way back to the couch, flopping on it exactly the way Bentley absolutely hated. He laughed under his breath, imagining the look on Bentley's face if he saw him like this. He shut his eyes and imagined Carmelita, her beauty exactly the way it was a year ago. He smiled his most charming smile at the thought of her lips...her touch...her...everything.

"I can't wait until you're back, mi querera. Good night, Carmelita." He said as he fell, for the first time in a year, peacefully asleep.

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Carmelita: My name was only mentioned a few times! Grr...

Sly: I'm in the sequel! I'm in the sequel! I'm in the sequel!

Carmelita: Hey, when am I gonna see Sly? I wanna see him soon!

Relax you cell shaded peoples! And to the rest of you, and Carmelita, Sly and Carmelita will reunite in chappie 5. Sorry for the wait, but, hey, I could have waited to bring Sly in the picture! Read and Review peeps!