"I know, right?" A blonde woman drawled on the television screen.

Jazmine laughed. "Veronica's at it again!" Jazmine said, looking at Huey. He scowled.

Her face softened. "Something bothering you?" She asked.

"Riley thinks Grandad owes him a cake, but Grandad said that e made it for you and your parents." Huey explained, crossing his arms over his legs. "Where are they anyway?"

"Upstairs, doing taxes." Jazmine said. "I remember that cake! It was good!" Jazmine said. "I liked it so much, that it inspired me to make my own."

"That's nice." Huey said, absentmindedly.

"So does this mean that you'll be spending more time at my house?" Jazmine asked.

"I guess, when I can." The 10 year old explained, watching the show. He laughed at the new program.

"Hey! You're making progress already!" Jazmine said, enthusiastically.

Huey looked at her. "Progress?" He asked.

"Yeah, usually when your Grandad and Riley are fighting, you're upset. But today, you're not AS upset."

Huey shrugged. "I guess."

Jazmine smiled. "I just hope they can settle their problem, and find something they can compromise on." The 10 year old girl said. She looked out the window. "Hey, the sun's setting!"

"It's bound to, nw that it's approaching fall..."

"Come on, I want to show you something!" Jazmine said. She grabbed Huey's hand, and ran upstairs.

They were in the second floor hallway, Jazmine dragged a chair to the center. She pulled the string that lead to the attic. The stairs peeled down from the dusty abyss. "Come on Huey." She walked up the stairs. Huey followed her.

He popped his head through the square, while Jazmine walked through the nostalgic attic.

"Uh, you're not going to show me a ouija board, are you?" Huey asked, thinking about Stinkmeaner's return.

Jazmine laughed. "No, Huey. Although I think there used to be one up here that my mommy threw away." She said. Jazmine walked towards the window, Huey walked over the boxes of forgotten toys, albums, and memorabilia.

The attic had the presence of an antique photograph, and the round crystal-clear window was the portal into the present world. Jazmine sat on the window sill, while Huey leaned against it. From the window they had a perfect view of the sunset.

"Isn't it pretty?" Jazmine asked. "I found out about it a while ago. Nice, huh?"

"I guess." Huey said, examining the layers of pastel hues. The sunlught dissapearing like a golden shadow, the painted sky streamed towards the sun. "It's a beautiful sight, that some people have underestimated, and haven't really appreciated." Huey said.

"Some people still do." Jazmine said.

"While others see it as a sentimental cliche." Huey said.

"I guess that's true." Jazmine said. "Whenever I see it in pictures, I never think they're as pretty as seeing it with your own eyes." Jazmine said, dreamily. She placed her fingers on the glass, and played a soundless, glass piano.

"Well, I'm going to go downstairs." Huey said.

"I'll go with you. The clown in the closet creeps me out." Jazmine said.

Huey quickly turned to look at her. Jazmine laughed. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding. But I think I need to go use the washroom now." Jazmine said, running down the stairs.

Huey shook his head at his friend. "Why joke about dead clowns, if you have Coulrophobia?"

"I don't!" Jazmine said, trying to look brave. "What I am scared of is peeing my pants in an attic!" She said. Huey laughed slightly at her comment. He walked down the stairs, and to the living room. He looked toward his house. "I wonder if its over yet." He said, referring to his estranged family.

Jazmine came downstairs. "Do you want to go to the library tomorrow?" She asked.

"Sure." Huey said.

"Perfect! I'm bringing food, you want something?"

"I'll see tomorrow." Huey said. "Uh, I gotta go. See you, Jazmine." He started walking out.

"Huey, wait!" Jazmine called. Huey turned back.

"You're my best friend." Jazmine said.

Huey looked at her, he nodded slowly. "You are too." He finally responded.

"I knew it!" Jazmine said happily. "See you then." Jazmine said.

Huey walked back to his house, feeling tired. The lights were off in the house, and he walked up to his room. He dropped on his bed.

"NIGGGAAAAA!" Riley shouted. Huey quickly got up. Riley burst through the room on a bike, he rode around, getting tracks marks on everything in sight.

"That's it!" Grandad shouted. "You're going down, you little black ass!' He called.

"Great." Huey said. "A damn war zone!"

The war was getting started.