A/N: So I call this Part 2 a.k.a. Optional Part. This is optional part (I just repeated myself), so if you like the happy ending I set last chapter, you can pretend that's the ending. For the people who wanted more to the story, here it is. I've planned it all out and the only thing I'll say as a spoiler is this: It's different from what I originally planned, and a bit more depressing.

To my amazing reviewers:

To em0XprYncez: Thanks so much. *blushes*

To mutinykitten: Oh, don't miss your bus! Thanks for reading. You're so nice.

To Alphoscapsy-cola: It is sort of tragic. I hope you like the rest of the story. Thanks for reviewing!

To Don't know Don't care 38: It's not really a sequel, sort of an alternate ending.

To Jemidancer2011: Thanks for the compliment. I hope you like this continuage.

Note: Loosely based on 30 minutes and Running Blind.

It was a new life for both Jemima and Victoria. For once, they were all alone. For once they had to find their own food. For once they had to start from scratch. For once no one would care about what they did. In a way, it was scary, horrifying and frightening, but it was also strangely, exciting.

Victoria caught three mice wandering around the Safeyard, as Jemima called it. That was their first meal in a new world. The Safeyard was as big as the Junkyard but cleaner by far and the place had a sort of calming aura. Jemima thought it was a relatively nice place and would have been content to stay there.

Later as Victoria had gone out to hunt for food, Jemima wandered about the Safeyard checking out new areas and such. As she was searching she heard, "Pssst!"

"Who's there?" Jemima asked in alarm. The sound came again and she followed it until she reached a crack in the fence around the Safeyard. Through the hole she saw Plato and was very surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you, Jemima", Plato whispered with a cheeky grin on his face. If Jemima hadn't been so alarmed, she would have rolled her eyes. However, they had been discovered, surely it was over for them now.

"Jemima, Demeter sent me to get you back", Plato whispered now with a more solemn look on his face, "She misses you so much."

"I'm not coming back", Jemima stated carefully as if choosing her words with caution. Plato looked at her strangely, "If you return to the Junkyard, it would be better for everyone."

"How?" Jemima asked in disbelief. There was no way some funky-eyebrowed tom was going to trick her. The said tom bent lower and whispered, "Do you realize what you're doing? You're ruining Victoria's life."

"What are you talking about?" The tiny calico yelped at his harsh words. Plato whispered, "We both know that her spirit is like a bird's. She wants to fly in the skies swooping on her prey. Victoria is an independent queen and you're going to make her unhappy."

"I don't believe you", Jemima pouted like a young kitten, which she sort of was. Then the tom looked at her sadly and asked, "Why do you love Victoria?"

The calico looked at Plato as if he was an alien. Then she said, "Why do you want to know?"

"To see how much you care about her."

"I love her because she's strong. I love her for not being afraid to love. I love her because she'd protect me. I love her because only she understands what I talk about. I love her and she loves me."

Jemima took a huge breath. Plato was quite impressed with her speech. Then he bent lower towards her and hissed, "Then you must know her well. Tell me, do you think she could be happy with this life? Always in fear and isolation?"

Letting his words sink in he continued, "If you come back I promise no one will hunt for Victoria or hurt her."

After a moment of silence as treacherous tears slipped down Jemima's face, Plato drove his words home, "Hiding away like this isn't even a life you could live with much less Victoria."

"You promise no one will go after her?" Jemima asked cracking terribly. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"I promise", Plato said, "If you need time, I'll come back in half an hour to ask you your final decision."

"I need the time", Jemima whispered.

Pacing around the Safeyard, Jemima was so terribly confused. She started singing quietly to herself.

Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide
For the rest of my life?

Those troublesome tears were coming again. She hated crying with a passion, but it wouldn't leave her alone.

30 minutes, the blink of the night
30 minutes to alter our lifes

It was so little time to really think about it. Jemima definitely couldn't tell Victoria about this.

30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shelter the blame
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide

Victoria would be better off without her, Jemima thought.

Can we fly do I stay
We could lose, we could fail
Either way, options change
Chances fail, trains derail.

30 minutes, the blink of the night
30 minutes to all of our lifes
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to show her the blame
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide

"To decide", Jemima whispered, having finally made up her mind. She had to do this.

Victoria arrived back at the Safeyard after a lengthy trip of foraging. After being out for at least 3 hours, she called out, "Jemima, I'm back!"

Silence.

"Jemima?"

Still nothing.

"Stop playing around."

.....

Nothing.

"Jemima?!?!?" Panic finally set in and Victoria went around the Safeyard looking for Jemima. At a small crook she found a note. It went:

Victoria, I'm not sorry for doing this. I've thought about it and now I know that you weren't suited for this life. You deserve to be free and I'm dragging you down. I'm going back to the Junkyard with Plato. He came to help me back. It's the best thing to do. Please don't follow, we'll only suffer. Plato has promised that no one will bother you anymore.

Always yours,
Jemima.

The pure white queen was astonished by the words. She couldn't believe it. Searching the scrap of paper for the three most important words, her eyes scanned. The words weren't there.

The words Jemima had forgotten were: I love you.

Victoria ran in the darkness down the alleys and away from the Safeyard. Branches got in her way, but she tore right through them leaving deep gashes in her shoulder and chest. That didn't matter though. The most important thing was that Jemima was gone and she had gone willingly. It ripped her heart open with betrayal and anguish. Then reaching a dead end of an alleyway, she howled with sadness.

Reaching for you
I know you're out there somewhere
It's too dark, and so cold
I know I had to come here

Panting for breath, Victoria kept on singing to distract herself from the aching pain in her chest.

Every broken dream
That I leave behind
Keeps me going on
Keeps me running blind

Calling your name, I hear only air
And searching through it I see only shadows
You've got to show me your face
Voices, I hear them calling behind me
Phantoms, so few, are burning inside me
You've got to give me a sign

Waiting for a moment, wandering if Jemima could hear, Victoria stood expectantly.

Fading, slowly,
You're drifting into darkness
I can't see, I can't think
I need to keep on searching

Every memory,
Every thought of you
Is inside of me,
Tells me what to do

Go back and turn right. A whisper seemed to carry on the wind. The white queen was instantly alert. She turned around searching for more. Straight ahead to the end.

"Jemima?" Victoria called half expecting an answer.

Silence.

"Please, Jemima!"

Nothing.

"JEMIMA!"

...

"I'll always love you", this time in a whisper.

It might have been her imagination but she thought she heard Jemima's voice say, "I know."

A/N: So first chapter of Part 2, how is it? Please review! I love reviews. Thanks people!