A/N - The Jims makes a fair point though.

It doesn't take much before Mare checks out of that weird waiting room. Not that anybody notices….or cares. Currently he's sat in the TV room, plonked on the floor beside the TV. Nobody is likely to find him here.

The near-constant dull ache in his chest spikes a little as he thinks of where Mad might be now. If the maniac was capable of remorse, Mare might go so far as to wonder if Mad misses him. Except he knows the jackass doesn't. Maybe that's why he liked hanging out with that weirdo so much. Everything around here is all gushy mushy heart-on-your-sleeve and it's honestly kind of sickening. With Mad it's all about the fun and the plan and-

WHAM!

The door to the TV room is kicked open and Mare groans. Only two idiots kick doors open around here. Sure enough, the Jims enter. One has his arms hooked tightly around his brother's legs, while the other has his arms tightly wrapped around his brother's neck, making for one secure looking piggy back. The one on the other's back, sees Mare first.

"Found him!" he reaches with one arm and points, almost losing his grip before the base Jim lets him drop to the ground.

"Go away!" Mare scowls. Just what he wants, two happy peppy upbeat tweedles bothering him when he just wants to not exist for an hour or two.

They ignore him and move closer; one stays standing while the other one chooses to sit on the floor less than two feet away. Mare narrows his eyes at them. Of all the residents in the building, their energy is the one he hates the most. They're like giant five year olds and if Mare never meets another one of those in his afterlife, it'll be too soon.

The Jim that stands is looking to the one who's sat. Sitting Jim is biting nervously at his lip. Mare's eyes narrow. He knows what they're going to say before either of them speaks a word.

"Let me guess. You're having nightmares."

"That's kind of your area right?" The standing Jim folds his arms as he looks at the spirit.

The ache in Mare's chest spikes again, before it's burned away by anger at the unspoken accusation. "I've not even been near you." he snaps, getting to his feet.

The Jims share a look before turning back. "We know it's not you."

It takes a few moments before what they've said actually registers with Mare and he stops, his eyes narrowing at them. "Then why are you here?"

The standing Jim has moved so his hand is resting on his brother's head, gently ruffling his hair in a small gesture of reassurance to the increasingly distraught-looking Jim. "We were thinking you could help."

Mare dismisses them as he strides around them. "That's not how it works. I make them, I don't break them."

"Have you ever tried?" sitting Jim asks.

"Why would I?" Mare storms to the door. He's done with this.

Before he reaches it, standing Jim calls after him. "We know someone who looks like you."

That stops the spirit in his tracks. Looks like him? Like how all these idiots seem to look like each other? That's impossible surely? He turns, his form flickering. "You're lying."

Standing Jim's eyes are blazing as the two of them glare at each other. Honestly, coming from a Jim it's a little terrifying.

"We'll introduce you to him." Jim says firmly. "If you try to help us."

Moments pass as Mare considers it, watching them intently before he finally says, "….Fine."