I woke up to my alarm clock again. Frustrated, I pulled it out of the wall and slung it across the room, hitting it against the wall with a loud clatter. I put my face back into my pillow, huffing slightly. I don't even remember getting home last night. I looked down at myself after pushing my tired body out from under the blankets. I was still in my work clothes and heals, make up still smeared across my face. I ran a hand down my hair, shuffling towards the door. Just as I was about to open it, I froze, "You look like shit, Meadow." I turned my head to see Jimmy standing next to my dresser with his arms crossed over his chest. I shook my head, "What does that matter anyway? I have no one to wake up to for them to see me like this. I'm taking a shower, you peak in...I'm not helping." I warned, pointing a finger at him. He put his hands up, shaking his head, "Won't even notice I'm here." He said, giving me a goofy grin.

I walked into my bathroom, immediately stripping down to my birthday suit and hopping into the shower. I don't know how long I stood under the spray of the hot water, but once I got out, I could tell it was long considering my skin was a bright shade of pink. I wrapped a large towel around my frame, walking back into my bedroom to see Jimmy looking out of the window with a solem look on his face. "What are you doing?" I asked, clutching the towel to my chest as I looked him over. He was still the same, every tattoo, his hair the same wacky style he's always had it, his labret piercing still shining perfectly in the sun light, which surprised me for the most part. The spirits were always transparent, but he seemed more solid as if he were still alive. "I've got a question." I piped up, making him look over at me. "What's that?" He asked, stepping away from the window, his hands linked behind his back. "How did you find me?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "I told you. Your mother." He said, furrowing his brows. "I haven't been in touch with...the other side, in God knows how long. And..It's been how long since you died. Why are you picking now to tell the guys that you're okay?" I was becoming more and more confused about it all. He heaved a heavy sigh, looking down at his feet, "I picked now because...I felt it was something I had to do. None of them got a chance to say goodbye...And I want to give them that much. Just a sign that I'm in a better place." He walked over to my bed and sat down, no sinking into the mattress like spirits do, he just sat there, still looking at me. "I chose to come to you so that you can have your closure about your mother and help others who are still restless as much as I am." He said, shrugging his shoulders. So this was supposed to be a calling? Telling me to carry on with my work besides the other things I already do? Gee, that makes sense. I shook my head, running my hand down my face. "You should get dressed, we'll talk in the living room." He said, standing up and walking to the door, "Nice tattoo's though." He said, winking at me as he opened the door to walk out. Okay, I definitely had to ask him about that. That right there was just freaking me out.

After pulling on a pair of jeans and a Suicide Silence shirt, I made my way into my living room to see Jimmy petting Baby. Surprisingly to me, she was letting him pet her rather than trying to tear into him like she used to with other spirits that came to me. "How are you able to do that?" I asked him, making him jump a bit, Baby running up to me for me to pet her now. "I didn't see you there." He said, standing up from the couch, "Think maybe you should be the ghost and not me." He said, laughing a little. I smiled a little, pushing Baby away and told her to go eat. I looked at him, reaching my hand out a bit. I was hesitant at first, but I finally just summoned up enough courage and touched him. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel him, actually feel him. He just stood there, letting me observe him. "How..." I mananged to croak out. He just simply shrugged his shoulders. "If I knew, I'd tell you." He said, scratching the back of his head. "It's werid isn't it?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. I just simply nodded my head, pulling my hand away, "I'll fucking say." I murmured, taking a step back. I shook my hair out of my face as I walked out of the living room. I should be used to having a dead person in my sights, but for some ungodly reason, I could wrap my head about having him of all people in my home. I stepped into the kitchen, turning the coffee maker on, rumaging through the fridge for something to eat. "What are you gonna make, I feel like I could eat a horse." He said, bouncing on his heals. I looked at him over my shoulder, furrowing a brow, "You can eat too?" I asked, standing up straight. He nodded his head vigorously, "Hell yeah, I don't know how or why, but I'm fucking starving." He said, hopping over to one of the counters in my kitchen, pushing himself up. His feet kicked against the cupboard door, humming softly to himself. "If we're gonna eat then, might as well go to the diner." I said, shutting the fridge door, crossing my arms over my chest. He bobbed his head from side to side, almost like he was thinking of what to do. "Alright, I'm game." He said, jumping down. "Well wait, won't..won't people recognize you?" I asked. I mean if he was walking about like a living, breathing person, he must be worried about being noticed by other people. He shook his head, "Nope, I got this whole incognitise look going on right now. You see me for who I am, others will see me as someone completely different. They won't even see all my amazing tattoos either. Which is a fucking shame." I just listened to him. It made sense to me. I shrugged my shoulders and turned the coffee maker off, walking back into the living room to slip on my converse. "Alright, let's go then." I said, stomping my foot to get my shoe on just right.

It was like watching a bad fat person movie. He mananged to scarf down five pancakes, six sausage links, ten pieces of bacon, and four fried eggs, downing it all with three cups of coffee. I was surprised to see him not keeling over in the booth we sat in. I stuck with my usual of chicken fried steak and hash browns, though I could finish it after watching him stuff his face. "You okay there?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. I just nodded my head, "It's just a bit surreal is all. I never really thought I'd be sitting here," I leaned in and whispered, "Having breakfast with the Rev." I said, leaning back with a small smirk on my lips. He simply laughed at me, wiping his lips off with a napkin. "Can't believe it right?" He asked, giving me another famous grin of his. "I honestly can say I would have never saw this day coming." I said, setting my plate to the side. "I have so many questions to ask you, but I just..I don't know where to start.." I said, shaking my head as I sat there. My mind was racing, my hands thumping against the table top as I looked at the stupid pattern of the paint on the table. "You can ask as many as you want. We can get to business later." He said, ceasing my movements by simply putting his hands on top of mine. I blushed, his skin was soft, but I guess that happens when you die. I looked up at him, licking my lips. "Jimmy, what if they don't believe me? I'll have an entire group of guys that I love hate me." I said, worry in my eyes. He just simply shook his head, "Brian and Matt will be more perseptive to the whole thing. We were all close, but when it comes to something like this, those two..They have a better head on their shoulders when it comes to it." He said, nodding his head a bit. "We'll talk to Brian first. See where it takes us from there." He said, leaning back, taking his hands away from mine. I let out a shaky breath, nodding my head in response. "We should go, I got work to do." I said, grabbing my purse and sliding out from my side of the booth. He seemed so sure that all of this was going to work. The guys from Avenged were going to fucking hate me. And I didn't want that. Is it too late now to turn back?