Thank you if you've read this far. I know that this fanfic stinks, but it's done now. Thank you. Now in a few days go get the third book when it's released.

Just to make this clear, I know that none of this will line up with that next book. And that's okay. No matter what happens to my Hollow, it's okay.

I never owned Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children.

Tamara opened her eyes to the gloomy, damp, abandoned room. She rolled onto her stomach and lifted herself up, only shaking slightly.

The Hollowgast's thoughts became suddenly clear to her. In short, he was thinking, What the heck just happened, and are you okay?

Ah. The phantom's powers had stayed with her, then.

Tamara beamed a reassuring message back to him. After he had calmed down considerably, she turned to Evan, who had woken along with her.

"We should explain this to Peter," she said to him.

Evan hadn't sat up yet. He was breathing hard, but he raised himself to look at her. "Okay," he wheezed. "Go ahead."

For once, Tamara noted with satisfaction, he wasn't making an effort to stay away from the menacing shadow.

She sat cross-legged on the soaked floor. And she began to tell their story.

His POV

It was shocking, to say the least.

Sure, I was relieved they were all right. All the same, Syndrigasti were one thing. But spirits were a whole separate level of insanity.

Yet I believed them. Somehow everything Tamara said just made sense.

When she was done, out of breath and exhausted, I asked her a question: what do we do now?

Tamara looked at the space above my shadow inquisitively. "Huh," she said.

Evan cocked his head. "What?"

She frowned thoughtfully. "Nothing." To me, she said, I wish we could do something. You deserve to be a person again. They shouldn't have taken your life from you.

I was happy she cared about me, but she was wrong. I did deserve this. I'd killed many humans before. No syndrigasti, true, but I'd still killed. That was unforgivable.

Cut it out, Tamara snapped. That was the Hollow part of you. Not the real you.

I nodded, knowing she couldn't see me and knowing she could tell I didn't believe her.

"You can't just stay a Hollow forever," she said desperately aloud.

"There has to be something we can do to help," Evan agreed. I realized for the first time that Tamara must have been relaying our conversation to him in her mind.

I looked at their small human faces. They couldn't see me, shouldn't trust me, but they were helping me anyway. And that made me wonder if I actually could be saved.

There's this syndrigast, I said out loud.

Peculiar, Tamara corrected.

I frowned. What was peculiar?

"No, that's what they're called," elaborated Evan, smiling. Tamara was somehow still telling him what was going on.

I shook my head to clear it. Whatever.

So there's this peculiar syndrigast, I continued. His name is Jacob.

And he can see me.

Tamara let out a gasp. "Wow," she breathed. Nothing else needed to be said.

Maybe he can help me, I went on. He's still in the Underground. I can smell him.

Evan and Tamara both paled. "Oh, no," Evan whispered. "With the Wights."

I nodded.

To get to him, I will have to go out there. Against the others.

Tamara stared ahead, comprehending what I was saying. "It'll be too dangerous for us," she said. "We need to get away; otherwise the Wights will find us."

Evan gritted his teeth, looking from me to her. "But how will we know if this peculiar helps?"

"We won't," she said, eyes shining in the gloom. "We will have to trust that it works out."

Evan snorted. "You're kidding. Tell me you're kidding," he said.

Tamara just looked at him. "We'll know someday if it worked," she whispered. "One way or another, we will find Peter again."

I was getting misty-eyed myself. No matter what happened, I would remember these peculiar souls who helped me. Maybe someday, I'd get to see them again as a human boy.

Tamara seemed to stare straight into my eyes, although that was impossible. Nothing could be cheesier, she said. But who cares if it's a cliché? I'm going to say it: this is not goodbye.

You're right, I agreed. It is a cliché.

She laughed slightly. "We better go," she said. "Evan?"

"Yeah," he said, looking at the floor. "Goodbye, Peter the Hollowgast. That Jacob person better help you out."

With that, I bounded into the exit of the loop, the entrance to the London Underground, and the gateway to whatever came next.

UPDATE: I just finished Library of Souls, and it lined up with this surprisingly well. However, I believe this now may call for...

A sequel! Gasp!

Let me know if you think that's a good idea, or how much you liked the book, or any comment you like, really. See ya!

~Courage