Me: Alrighty, people! I know this is a bit late, but here it is; Part Two of HIH. We'll get to find out who is in that suspicious BMW, and it's going to start out in Sam's POV. So stick around and begin reading, foos! Ooh, and instead of writing (Blah's POV) it'll be [Blah]. Another thing, I recently came back from England for visitng my grandmother, and please forgive me if I spell words like 'color' with a 'u'. It kind of rubbed off on me. x3

Disclaimer: As you should know by now, I have no rights to CWACOM.

Act II

[Sam]

Four months.

Four months since I had seen any of the residents of ChewandSwallow. Four months since I had been alone, depressed, lost. Four months since a part of me had flown away.

It started out as a normal Monday in Manhattan. I cracked my eyelids open, rubbed sleep out of my eyes, shuffled to the bathroom, back to the kitchen, and finally the garage. My eyes were downcast as I started up my car, the door sliding up quietly to reveal the fast and speeding world of New York. I drove out of my property and down the street, passing by the coffee shop I usually went to.

The inside was deathly silent as I headed further away from my place of living, towards my daily work. It would be the normal situation; do the weather, run around getting mocha for my coworkers, spend a long day doing practically nothing, report the evening weather, and leave. I had actually started looking forward to this monotonous cycle, for it got my mind off of you-know-who.

Manny, faithful as ever, had remained my trusty cameraman, but he could tell that something was wrong. Even though he would never express these opinions aloud, I could see it in his withering gaze. That concern and pity that I didn't want nor cared for.

Some could call me selfish for wanting Flint back, and not assuring the people who were closest to me that I would be alright. Luckily, I didn't have that many acquiantances in Manhattan, so not a bunch of people could question me.

Whenever my boss, Frank Wardon, happened to walk by, he would level me with a look. You could take it as worry, but I saw it as disapproval. For what, you ask? Well, since that day, I have been more anti-social and less like the bubbly weatherwoman everyone needed me to be. Sure, I kept up the image in sake of my career, but it just wasn't the same anymore.

My dad used to always tell me that one day, I could be anything I wanted to be, I could go wherever I wanted to go. I think he was lying to me.

And so, I entered the office building with a blank face, stepped into the elevator, and pushed the 'up' button. When the door was beginning to close, a young woman with short black hair called out to me. "Could you hold it?"

I waited until she was safely inside the compartment, and let the smooth metal slide shut. She smiled warmly at me. "Thank you."

I simply nodded mutely, peeking at her through my eyelashes. I hadn't seen her around before, and trust me, I do take notice of these things. It's not like I had anything better to do.

"Can you tell me where Tanya Daverson's office is? I need to meet her," she asked, and even though I desperately wanted to object, I put up my first act of kindness of the season.

"Yes."

She bobbed her head, and an awkward silence filled the elevator as we travelled up. It was awkward for me, anyways. She regarded me with a calm, collected air, her odd violet eyes seeming to burn into my soul. It made me feel uncomfortable, like I was some kind of animal in the zoo.

Finally, the doors opened on the seventh floor, and we both exited. I wordlessly led her to Tanya's office.

"Thank you, again." She cracked the door a bit, and turned around a little. "By the way, what's your name? I'm Emilia Tino."

"Sam." She smiled once more before shutting it, leaving me by myself in the hallway. Not that that affected me much. I shrugged lightly and walked to my own office, favouring a cup of Hawaiian Punch for some strange reason.

-oxoOXOoxo-

One Saturday afternoon, I was watching television and sipping pink lemonade. The air conditioning was on, for it often became hot. It was summer, after all. I had on a pair of light purple bermuda shorts, and a white t-shirt with the picture of a lavender question mark.

A knock on the door made me pause, for I wasn't expecting any visitors. Manny was in Mexico for the weekend, visiting relatives, and I didn't know anyone else. I went to the door and was surprised when I was met with Emilia's grinning face.

"Hey! You remember me?"

I blinked in confusion. "You're...Emilia, from work. How..."

"Did I find your house?" she finished with a laugh. "Someone named Sandra told me, and you seemed pretty lonely. So...how about some ice cream?"

I barely even knew her, she knows where I live, and now she's requesting that I go get some ice cream with her?

...Maybe I could start to like this girl. I probably needed to get out of the house, anyways. I agreed and put on my shoes, turning off the TV. Emilia and I headed to the local ice cream shop, a family-owned place called Napilleo's.

"Good afternoon, what would you like?" the man at the counter questioned politely. I ordered two scoops of cookies-and-cream, while Emilia wanted butter pecan. Once we had our frozen dairy treats, we sat outside, watching the waves of the Hudson River. It was shockingly soothing.

"So, Sam. Do you have any family in Manhattan?" Emilia asked nonchalantly, taking a lick of her ice cream. I leaned back in my chair, thoughtful for a minute.

"No. My mother and brother live in Albany, and the rest of my family lives in Scotland. My dad died when I was little."

"Jeez, I'm sorry."

I shook my head; I really didn't want anymore pity. "Don't be. It's not your fault that he died, so there's nothing to be sorry about."

"No, I just felt bad, because I bet a lot of people tell you they're sorry for your dad's death. I'm sure you don't need the pity, huh?" Emilia chuckled, her short midnight locks fluttering in the breeze. I smiled half-heartedly.

"Yeah." We chatted for a bit, until the sun was starting to die in the sky. Our ice cream (and the cones) were long gone, and we stood up in sync. Emilia said, "This was fun...you busy tomorrow?"

"Not really."

"Cool. Um, so I guess I'll see you then, eh?" I nodded. Magically, we had already arrived at my front porch, and it was nighttime.

"I guess you will. It's getting dark...do you need a ride or something?"

Emilia rejected the offer with a wry grin. "How do you think I got here?"

In the dim light of the street lamp, I saw a cranberry-red 2011 Honda Pilot. Wow...pricey. "Oh."

"Heh, yep. Later!" She hopped in the car and drove away into the evening, and I went inside my house. I didn't spot the familiar blue BMW hiding in the alley right to the side of my home, nor did I notice the ominous glint of glasses in the moon from the driver seat.

I also didn't spot the impending danger just around the corner in my future, either.

Me: Mwuahahha, now you're all pissed at me for not telling you who's in the BMW. x3 But don't worry, there's a reason I brought in Emilia. It all ties together for the finale...just you wait. The next update will be soon, don't worry! Ja ne.

-Peachuz =]