OK you happy people! As a special treat, the next chappy shall be in PAUL'S POV! W00TW00T!

De Silva was mad as hell. Suze was under my spell. Life was good. The song had been a stroke of pure genius. I really could've written it. Do I love Suze? More than any other girl. How much is that? Don't know, don't care. More like lust, maybe. Well, I wouldn't have called it "lust" exactly. I really dug her personality. In fact, her only character flaw might've been her permanent accessory. Made me want to shout "He's dead Suze! I'm not! Hellooo! Over here!" But she hated me. She had no reason to. Well, yeah, I'd done some bad things, but she'd hated me long before those. I was nothing but nice to her at the beginning. My only acts of harm were to him. I hated him with every fiber of my being. Just because of Suze. And that was why he hated me. Just because of Suze. I'm surprised he didn't just get rid of her. Oh, I wouldn't. But he's so old-fashioned about everything else. I bet they only screw in Missionary. Shit. I just thought about Suze with de Silva… Bad images. I wished I could make him suffer what I suffered when I thought about the two of them… together… I'd already started it. That bra thing was a work of genius. But then he forgave her after watching the tape. It was supposed to have the opposite effect.

So I made a plan. First, I got into Suze's head. There may have been just the slightest subliminal message playing under "Jesse's Girl". Just a "give Paul a chance." Well, maybe a bit stronger than that… I might've slipped in something about fighting with the corpse groom, too… You could tell it worked on the jury. And it definitely worked on Suze. I made sure it didn't work on de Silva, though. Makes this all the more fun. He looked plenty pissed when they left. Maybe they were fighting… I thought I'd drop by real quick. Local news, subway breaks down for no apparent reason, suddenly spurts forward at high speeds. No one hurt. That had Hector the Friendly Ghost written all over it. Good. So the happy couple was fighting. And pretty bad, from the looks of it.

Day after Suze was in the news, I went over to her apartment. She greeted me, boy toy in tow. "Hey Suze!" I carefully shook her hand, which made her laugh. "Hey, umm… Can I maybe talk to Jesse alone? I promise I won't hurt him… if he doesn't hurt me first…" She looked to him for approval. He just grunted and looked at me suspiciously. Suze squeezed his hand and went into the bedroom. Disgusting. "Hey Jesse! Can I call you Jess?"

"No."

"No surprises there. Gonna answer me in more than one word?"

"Possibly."

"OK… Hey, look at me real quick." He looked at me. I stared into his eyes and started talking in my softest voice. It seemed to work, and I made sure to end it with "and you won't remember this little chat. But you will let me talk to Suze alone right now." I gave him a few instructions for the night. "But first, you will say more than one word to me." That last bit was just for kicks.

I clapped my hands in front of his face. It works better than snapping. It's a shock reflex that makes it work. You're in this state of total relaxation and impressionability, practically asleep, and suddenly WHAM! There's this huge noise in front of your face! Brings you out of your trance.

"Anything to say to me?"

"No, nothing."

More than one word. There we go. "Can I talk to Suze alone real quick?"

He darted a suspicious glance at me. "Fine. But if you try anything… Susannah scruples to kill you, but I harbor no such qualms."

"'Kay, I'll keep that in mind." I opened the door to the bedroom without knocking. No luck; she was dressed. I walked in and closed the door. I could imagine Rico trying to open the door, his hand being pulled back by an unseen force from his own head. Awesome. I got into the bed. "Hey Suze."

"What did you have to say to Jesse?"

"Well, I just said 'look into my eyes,' and he did."

"What'd he see?"

"See for yourself." Her emerald eyes gazed into my ice blue ones. I gave her the same spiel I gave the guy, with the addition of "you will listen to it and do what it says," and the subtraction of the more than one word answers and the talking privately to Suze. (A/N: I'm going nuts not saying 'Jesse' five billion times in this chapter. Darned Paul… JESSEJESSEJESSEJESSEJESSE! That should do 4 now.) I gave her a kiss on the cheek and went about my merry way. Pure brilliance, Paul.

So, because of my little 'chats', neither of them noticed when I slipped into their apartment that night and put in a little old-fashioned tape player. Nothing good, just something I could stand to never see again. I turned it on, and my own voice came out. Neither of them noticed. I slipped back out the door and waited patiently for the next day.