After talking about my life for an hour or so with everyone, Spider-Man said it was time he got home. He said he had someone waiting for him, and he didn't want to leave her alone at his place. That's when I realized I didn't have a place to live! Spider-Man could tell I was thinking about something upsetting, so he asked me.

I'm the Queen of Elementoria, I told myself. I can figure this out, right? But I'm not the Queen here. I'm Jimmy. Just Jimmy. And I was a nobody and I was alone.

"I just realized…I need to get a job, get my life back in order."

"What are you talking about? You just got back!"

"I don't have a house, I don't have a job. I don't even have a family. I need to sort these Earth issues out." I told them.

"Well, the housing's no problem. You can stay with us!" Tre said. Mike and Billie gave him this what-the-hell-are-you-thinking? look. I shrugged it off.

"No, no. I couldn't do that." I told them. Honestly? I could.

"No, it's no problem. It'd be fine if you stayed here while you got yourself back in the gist of things. And we could use the extra security." Tre said, eyeing the others to add in.

"Uh…yeah. The hotel room is way too big anyhow." Mike said.

"Why not? We can pull out the couch bed. Just bring your clothes and stuff here."

I looked at them really innocently. "I don't have any clothes. The only stuff I have that you kept safe while I was gone those three-er-five years."

Billie-Joe walked up to a closet and opened it. Inside were my guitar case and my clothes, neatly folded on top of some shelves. I had maybe five or six outfits, but nothing like my closet in Elementoria. I appreciated it, though. And on my guitar case was a picture frame. I looked at myself in the photo. I was so young and happy and naive. I thought the world was a happy place back then.

I set the photo on a side table next to the pullout couch that was now my bed. I started to pack my things up into the drawers.

"You look really good in that picture. Are those your...parents?"

I nodded. "I had a young and optimistic point of view back then."

Billie Joe sat down on the couch while I knelt down and put a shirt away. "Remember," He said. "I know how it feels, too."

I felt so stupid. I'd almost forgotten that his father died at a young age, just like me.

"You do know, unfortunately."

"Instead of focusing on the bad things, Jimmy, you should focus on the good times you had with them. Remember them with memories that you love and cherish."

I smiled at Billie-Joe. "Without the mask, it's Kim. I can't be walking down the street and you scream, "Hey! Saint Jimmy! Jimmy!" I said, waving my hands.

He laughed. I think he was faking it. "Do you need any help putting your stuff away?" He asked.

"No, thank you, Billie Joe. I'm fine. I'm really fine."