Jessie insisted on driving the boat this time. She said that if she didn't she
might fall asleep. James didn't understand what she meant by that, but let her
drive anyway.
	Tiki hung over the edge of the boat, looking at the fishes they passed as they
zoomed along. She didn't get a good look; Jessie was going fast.
	James had adjusted his chair so that it leaned back. He put on leg up on the
dashboard. His eyes were closed, and his hair was blowing back.
	Tiki couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. She stopped looking over the edge,
and looked at him. He was so handsome. How could I guy like that be a criminal,
and a murderer? She figured that with a face like that, he could be a movie
star. She looked up at Jessie. Jessie's eyes were red. She needed sleep; it was
obvious. But she was so set on staying awake, for whatever reason. But her
condition made it hard for her to pay attention to what she was doing. Maybe
this was a chance she was looking for.
	She touched his face softly, and moved a loose strand of hair out of his eyes.
	He didn't move. He just dozed like an angel.
	She looked at Jessie through the side of her eye. She still wasn't paying
attention. And she probably couldn't if she wanted to. She closed her eyes, and
kissed his cheek tenderly. She looked down at him fondly, like a pet of sorts.
	"A good criminal is never really asleep," he said softly, still not opening his
eyes.
	She jumped, and blushed. "I… I'm sorry."
	He didn't say anything.
	Why was he so mysterious? She looked at him, a little confused. She could tell
she would never be able to tell if she was really safe with these too. If she
couldn't even tell if they were asleep, or awake, how could she possibly be
safe?
	"Girl," Jessie said in kind of a hoarse voice. "Come up here."
	Tiki looked at James again longingly, and then obeyed Jessie. "Yes?"
	"You live around these islands, right? Is there one that's small, and
uninhabited, and preferably kind of far away from here?"
	Tiki thought that over. "Yes, I know of an island like that. Smallest in the
chain, it's all jungle. No one lives there, and it's a ways off. I'm not even
sure if it's considered part of this chain."
	Jessie smiled sinisterly. "Good. We're going there."
	Tiki opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a map. She pointed to a tiny
speck. "That's it. Just go west."
	Jessie glanced at the map, and yawned. "Good… take over for a minute…"
	Tiki was too nervous of them to argue, so she took Jessie's place at the
drivers seat.
	Jessie pulled a tiny mirror out of the bag that they carried, and looked into
it. She groaned. Her eyes were red, and her hair was frizzy. She ran her hand
through her again totally red hair, and looked at her reflection sadly. "I was
so beautiful."
	She inspected her eyes. They were red and puffy. "I need sleep…" she mumbled.
"But I must not dare to close my eyes," she thought silently to herself. "Or
that dream will come back." But she was so close to falling asleep at this
point, that the dream had all ready started. She heard the piano. It seemed to
take her further into the land of nod. The piano continued to play its
beautiful, yet sad melody. Beautiful and sad. That was like her, she thought, as
she drifted off. She wanted to hear the music, and she wanted to hear who she
thought was her father at the end, but what she didn't want to hear was the
screaming, and the evil cackle of… of whoever it was that was killing them. Her
parents, her only parents. It was kind of funny. She knew her parents weren't
murdered. They had died of a strange sickness. She knew her father had been a
musician, but he never had a hit that's he was aware of. He had died cold and
starving, and his loyal wife had gone with him. So what was this about? She
didn't have long to wonder. She was asleep.

	She woke up. She was looking up in the green eyes of her partner. She jumped
up. "Oh did I…?"
	"Fall asleep? Yes. But don't worry, the girl is driving."
	Jessie groaned. Her eyes weren't red anymore. The rest had done her good.
"Where are we?"
	"Half way to the island Tiki said you picked for us," James answered.
	"Oh, yes, of course…" Jessie said half-heartedly. The end of her dream was just
going through her mind again. "That was 'Silica Island'… and this is a wrap."
That reminded her.
	"Girl, what is the name of this island, anyway?" she asked, as she sipped some
water from a glass for her to wake up with.
	Tiki shrugged. "I think it's called Silica Island."
	Jessie coughed furiously, and spit out the water. "It's called WHAT?"
	"Silica Island!" James and Tiki both said at the same time.
	Jessie shook her head. "I must be hearing things, it cannot be called what I
heard. It is not called Silica Island, it isn't, is it?"
	Tiki looked at her strangely, and nodded. 
	Tears came to Jessie's eyes. She didn't want to go there. That was the place
that was the island's name in her dream. But she couldn't stop them. If she told
them to turn around, it was jeopardize the whole thing. She couldn't let that
happen.
	"What's wrong, Jess?" James asked.
	"I… I have a bad feeling about this." She said.
	Tiki made a face. "It's just your bad luck at the island, don't worry, this
place is perfect."
	"You're right…" Jessie said. "Carry on…"
	James and Tiki looked at each other. "Are you sure, Jess?" James asked. "You
really aren't acting like yourself."
	"I'm tired!" Jessie snapped.
	James smiled a little. 
	"How long until we're there?" Jessie asked impatiently.
	Tiki shrugged. "Ten, fifteen minutes?"
	"Sooner," James said, looking over his shoulder. The sun was setting, putting
the sky in an amazing blaze of oranges and purples. And right there, in the
place where the sky seemed to be the brightest was a speck of land. Silica
Island.
	Jessie made a small "irk" sound, which went unnoticed by the others. Other than
that, it was silent. All three's attention was on that island that was coming
closer to them as the boat sped on.
	A wild bird Pokémon flew overhead.
	Jessie cautiously went to the front of the boat, and steered it in. She circled
the island, looking it over.
	"Just the right size," James said. "And I don't see a civilized soul anywhere.
Just Pokémon."
	Tiki nodded. "I would figure it would be perfect. I don't think anyone could
track you down here."
	Jessie didn't say anything. There was a strange feeling in her heart about this
place. Just as Tiki said, it was all jungle. And it was beautiful. Once they got
there, there would be no way they could find them because of how thick the
jungle was. She circled around one more time, and pulled into a cove. They got
out, and felt their toes in the sand. The sun beamed down on them.
	"Just wait," Tiki said. "I know how officer Jenny won't be able to track you
here for sure." She climbed back into the boat, looking for something. She
tossed them their bag, and some things they kept on the boat that might prove to
be useful later. She then jumped out into the water.
	James looked at her curiously.
	She pulled at the side of the boat. "Arg… it's to heavy…" she gasped.
	James realized what she was doing. He took off his shirt, and jumped in after
her. He hooked his elbows over the side of the boat, and pulled down as much as
he could. It almost capsized, but not quite. "Jessie," he managed to hiss, "A
little help here?"
	Jessie looked down at them. "If we sink the boat, how will we get home after
this blows over?"
	James and Tiki looked up at her impatiently from the water.
	"Number one," Tiki said, "you won't have a way to know if it's blown over on
this island. Except for the radio I brought from the ship, there's no clue to
the outside world."
	"Number two," James continued for her, "Better we build a raft later and drift
home than keep this here and get caught!"
	Jessie looked at them sadly, realizing they were right. She pushed at her end
of the boat, and James and Tiki pulled as hard as they could. It put strain on
all of them. James groaned, even though out of the three, he was probably the
strongest. A drop of sweat went down the side of Jessie's face, as she gritted
her teeth, and tried to push the boat over with all her might. Tiki was all
ready exhausted; she had never had to work so hard in her life, and unlike
Jessie and James she certainly wasn't used to it. Plus, she was treading water
in the process. 
	James winced, and pulled himself up more onto the boat. He almost collapsed,
but the extra weight was what it took to finally push the boat over. Both Tiki
and James went under, and came back up gasping for air. Jessie reached down, and
pulled Tiki out of the water. Tiki was coughing and shivering. James swam out
from under the boat, and crawled on shore again. They turned their heads the
watch the boat sink into the deep cove.
	"So… this is home," James said with a hint of sadness.
	"Home?" Tiki repeated softly. 
	"Home," Jessie said.

	They walked further into shore. James wore the bag over his shoulder, and
wielded a pocketknife. He was in the lead. Jessie followed, and had a bag of
stuff from the boat, and Tiki carried another smaller one. James slashed a vine
and walked further into the jungle.
	"James, I'm getting tired," Tiki whined.
	Jessie and James both turned and glared at her. "You were the one who wanted to
come!"
	Tiki shut up. 
	James moved a branch out of the way. He revealed a clearing in the jungle.
There was a lake that tapered off into a river that moved slowly and calmly. A
magikarp jumped in the water. A bird pokémon that they had never seen stood on
one leg in the center.
	Tiki gazed at the beautiful scene open mouthed. Her joy didn't last.
	"Set up camp, Girl," Jessie and James said at the same time.
	It was too bad they still didn't exactly trust her. She knew that Jessie would
probably be bossy for as long as she would know her. But it pained her to have
James treat her that way too. Maybe it was just an act for when Jessie was
around. Or maybe it wasn't. She sighed, and began to get to work.

	"We can't find them anywhere!" Officer Jenny said into her radio. "We thought
they were heading towards Pine Island, but there isn't a trace of them, and none
of the locals have seen them. Over!"
	A static interrupted voice of another Jenny came through the microphone.
"Sunrise will be any minute, if you don't hurry we won't find them. They have to
be on one of the islands, we know that! Over!"
	Jenny nodded, and said into the radio, "But we've got officers on all of them,
there is no trace. Over!"
	In a minute, a response came over the radio. "Are you sure you've checked all
of them? Over!"
	"Affirmative. All of them in this chain. Over."
	"What about islands that are farther away? By this time they could have gotten
to one! Over!"
	Jenny thought about that. "We passed a tiny uninhabited island earlier. Should
we double check? Over."
	"Affirmative, double check that island. Over!"
	Jenny turned her speeder into a tight U-turn, heading towards the island she
had just passed. It was a jungle island, and it was tiny. It would be very hard
for two people to survive on it alone, especially if they had the girl that they
had kidnapped with them. She doubted they were there. They weren't that stupid. 
	In no time at all, she was back at the island. She circled around it until she
saw a cove. She raised a hand to her lips, and gasped. A little far out to see
was a green shirt floating in the sea, torn and tattered. She pulled in closer,
and slowed down her speeder. Again she gasped. A piece of a hull was bobbing in
the cove. She looked at it in astonishment. From the way it looked, they had
crashed, and capsized. There was no way they could have survived. The sides of
the islands were steep, and even if they survived the crash, they would have
been sucked down with the boat when it sunk. She got on her radio.
	"This is Jenny 0027. I've found them. Deceased. Over."
	She put the radio down. "That poor little girl…" she said, wiping her eyes.