Oh look! a shiney disclaimer: Jhonen Vasquez owns all JTHM characters. I own Jan (my other self), Rea, Til, and Echo.

A/N: I wasn't even planning on writing another chapter tonight but I just had an idea. So on with the fic!

'this means Echo is talking'

'this means Jan is either thinking or talking to Echo'

In an apartment alone:

Jan felt herself being shaken out of her half dream, half nightmare world of sleep. She sat up and looked around. She was still on the bus and still next to Til, which she took as good signs. "Finally. Your stop is coming up soon." Til said, smiling at her. She smiled back. "Thanks. Note to self: find a better pillow, windows hurt." she said, rubbing her neak

Til laughed and grabed Jan's backpack before it slid under the seat as the bus stoped. "Here" she said giving it to Jan. She put it on and stood up, hugging Til quickly before heading down the isle. "Lez!" screamed the same boy as before. She didn't look back at him. It wasn't worth it. As the bus pulled away, Jan waved to Til and walked down the street toward an old appartment building. Her shoes made an odd sound on the well worn sidewalk. It made her feel empty and alone all of a sudden.

'Creepy empty sidewalk and it's...emptyness'

'Nice word. Emptyness'

'Shut up...is that in the dictionary?'

'Not that I know of'

Jan sighed. As far as she knew, it wasn't good to have a voice in your head. But Echo had always been there and she wasn't about to change that. How could she get rid of a close friend like that?

She stoped and looked up at the appartment building. It was five stories high, gray, covered in grafftie, and falling apart. Most of the rooms inside were empty and the windows bourded up. Trash was piled in heaps near the steps and by the doors. A broken light hungs above the doors. All in all, it didn't look too inviting. She went inside and hurryed up three floors of stairs and ran down the hall. If she got inside before he showed up she'd be safe.

Just as she reached her door a hand grabed her from behind, pulling her backward and into a hard chest. She looked up, terrorfied, into the face of a man about twenty, with brown hair and slated bloodshot green eyes. "Where you goin' tonigh'? Yer with me" he hissed, his words slightly slurred. His hand slid down her back as he pulled her closer and up. Her mind made a snap decision and she kicked him in the shin. He let go and she kicked him down. She ran inside her apartment, slamming and locking the door behind her. Breathing hard, she dropped her bag on the floor.

"Mom. Dad. I'm home." she called softly. The only answer she received was silence. The apartment was clean and orderly. Free of dust, spiderwebs, and bugs. But that didn't ease the hollow feeling inside it. She walked into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Finding nothing, she went back to the living room and curled up on the couch.

'Why do you do that? You know you'll never get an answer'

'I don't care. I miss them'

'You're hopeless.'

'Thank you.'

She sat up. Something was burning. She glaced at the door and nearly screamed. It was slowly but surely burning into ashes. Outside of it she heard the slurred laughter of the man from before. Picking up her backpack, she ran into a small room off the hallway. She pulled open a few drawers and threw her clothes in her bag. She ran back out and glanced at the door, which had almost burnt off it's hinges. The walls around it were also on fire now.

She ran over to the window and fought to open it. It was old and stubborn, refusing to budge at all. She picked up a baseball bat that she normaly used to protect herself and smashed the window. She hit it again and threw her backpack onto the fire escape. Ignoring the broken glass and the cuts it was giving her, she climbed through the window and ran down the fire escape just as the rest of the apartment caught fire.

She jumped from the bottom of the ladder and ran. She didn't care where, as long as she got away.

She didn't know how long she'd been running, only that she couldn't stop. The city flew by in a blur of voices and colors. She turned another corner and crashed into someone, sending them both down. She stayed where she fell. Too worn out to get back up and resume running. She felt something pull her up and focused on the person in front of her.

She gasped and took a step back. There was no way that her luck had decided to be good this time. Standing in front of her was Squee from Skool and getting up off the ground, mumbling soft curses, was Pepito.

END OF CHAP 2.

Well that came out longer than I thought it would. If anyone can give me some info as to how to make Pepito and Squee in character, I'd love your help. I haven't gotten to read Squee! yet and only know enough about them to love Pepito and think Squee is addoriable. And if I have spelling errors, feel free to point them out. I'm bad at spelling.

Reveiw please. It makes me happy.