The sound of the choppers was piercing. So piercing, it was enough to make 
Jessie stop feeling sorry for herself and look up. Her jaw dropped, and she 
stood tall starring up into the sky. It was an amazing site. Three V-formations 
of choppers wasn't something you see everyday. But as soon as it sunk in exactly 
what this meant, she wouldn't let pretty sites get the best of her. "JAMES!" she 
shrieked.
	She broke off to a run, still screaming her partner's name as tears ran 
down her face. "JAMES!!"

	James had the same reaction as Jessie. He had stood up, and looked to the 
sky. Tiki awoke from her nap. "What's that?" she mumbled.
	"That?" James said. "That is just the sound of death for Jessie and I."
	He heard his name in no louder than a whisper somewhere. His head turned. 
He called back. "JESSIE!"
	"James." the voice said weakly.
	"JESS!" James climbed to the top of a tree so he could see better. He 
waved franticly. "Here Jessie!! JESSIE!!"
	He could see her now. She had a look up fear plastered on her face like no 
one could ever forget. It was the look of terror in its most pure form. "JAMES!" 
she called out again. But both of the cries could hardly be heard over the roar 
of the choppers above. She ran closer, and he climbed down. She ran to him, and 
jumped into his arms, giving him a long hug. "James, I don't think we're going 
to get through this!"
	James wasn't set on dying yet. "We have to! We've gone this far!"
	The roar was painful.
	"We just have to run!"
	Tiki looked at both of them. "But."
	They looked down at her. Jessie gave James an unsure look.
	James leaned down a little a put his hand on her shoulder. He looked into 
her eyes. "Tiki, you stay here. They're looking for you, they'll take you home 
away from this island, they'll save you! You can have real food, and a loving 
family, and never have to stop and worry where your life is going, because it 
won't be a matter of life and death like it is. like it is with me."
	"Never!" Tiki shouted.
	"Listen to him!" Jessie snapped.
	"Darn it, Tiki, don't be so stubborn!" James said. "I know what's best for 
you!"
	She glared back into his eyes. "James, I'm not leaving you or Jessie! No 
way, no how! You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!"
	"We're the worst thing that's ever happened to you!" Jessie and James 
yelled. 
	Jessie was getting impatient. "STAY HERE. We have to run! Or they'll get 
us, and kill us!"
	"I'm not leaving you," Tiki said. "I'll do whatever it takes! As soon as 
this is right again, I'll join Team Rocket!"
	James sighed. "You can't join Team Rocket! You're only fifteen! Plus 
joining is like. selling your life away for something like this, everyday! And 
you're trapped! Once you're in, there's no going out until you're shot or 
arrested! Or until you die of drug overdose! This is no life for you!"
	"I am not leaving you!" Tiki cried.
	"They're landing!" Jessie screamed. She grabbed Tiki by the shoulder. "Run 
a head! Follow that river!" she said pointing.
	Too shaken up to argue, Tiki did as she was told.
	James looked at his partner. "You're smarter than you look." 
	Jessie gave him a small smile, not bothering to hurt him for his comment.
	James looked off as she ran a head. "They'll find her. That's what they 
want. I will miss her though."
	There was a silence. James lifted his head to the sound of the choppers 
still coming, still circling over head, still landing in the bay. "We're trapped 
like rats, Jessie. How did they find us?"
	Jessie shook her head. "No time to think about that! We have to run! Now!"
	There was a crack of thunder. A storm had come up, quick enough so Jessie 
and James didn't notice. They both turned their heads in that direction just in 
time to see a menacing bolt of bright lightning strike on the south side of the 
island. There faces were bathed in bright yellow light for a split second.
	A message that seemed to be beamed to them through that lightening rippled 
through their bodies. Without having to speak, they knew what they had to do. 
The rain started to pour down. They ran into the jungle, in the direction that 
the lightening had struck, hand in hand. Mud splashed with every step they took. 
Jessie's hair waved wildly behind her, and like so many snakes ready to strike 
whipped against her back whenever she turned her head.
	They jumped over a fallen tree branch. James landed wrong on his ankle, 
and gave a yelp of pain. He fell to the ground, clutching his right ankle. In 
another flash of lightning, when his face was vividly visible for a split 
second, Jessie couldn't tell if his face was moist from the rain, or from his 
own tears. She put down her hand, and he grabbed it, pulling himself up. He 
stumbled, but regained his balance.
	Jessie didn't have to say a word to express her mind's thought.
	"I'm fine," James said in his usual stubborn manor. "I'm fine, now let's 
go! They're going to catch us! Run!"
	Jessie hesitated. "Are you.?"
	"I'm fine, I'm sure, let's go!" James said, giving her a little shove.
	She ran, and James followed just like before. 
	There was a bolt of lightning. Jessie could see him wince, every time that 
foot went down, but he was determined to keep going. She decided not to mess 
with it. Not until they were out of this one, that is.
	There was a crack that seemed to come from behind her. "James.?"
	Silence.
	She turned around quickly, and screamed as a lightning crack reflected the 
site before her. Two cops were darting around in the trees. Her heart pounded. 
"JAMES!" she shouted.
	Someone grabbed her wrist. She screamed. A gloved hand muffled the sound 
and turned her to face who-ever-it-was.
	It was James.
	He let her go, and gave her kind of an uneasy look. "Where did you go?" 
Jessie said in a little above a whisper. She was crying now, but she wouldn't 
allow that to be shown. "Did you see anything of what I just saw?"
	James gave the smallest nod, and motioned for her to be quiet. "We're 
surrounded."
	He was right. They could hear footsteps coming from every direction 
towards them. The sound of the feet sent shivers down their spines. They would 
surely be dead tonight.
	Jessie shivered, and clung onto James' arm. She wiped the tears off her 
face onto his sleeve. They were going to die here. 
	A twig snapped. They both jumped, and turned in that direction. But when 
lightening flashed again, they saw only an open clearing before them. But then 
there was a snap in another direction. It seemed to be all around them. A rustle 
in the trees seemed to give away another position, but then it was gone. There 
was an eerie silence, and a hush fell over them both. They were alone again. 
They didn't know how it happened, but they were. 
	James gave a sigh of relief. He made a move to continue going forward, but 
then realized he didn't know where forward was. The whole event had turned them 
totally around. They could no longer follow the lightning, because the lightning 
was all around them. "Jessie?"
	Jessie peered at the world through squinted eyes. She looked to the left, 
and then to the right, and stepped in the direction that was in front of her. 
After a pause, she turned in another direction, and pointed. "This is the way."
	James looked at her oddly. "How do you know? We can't afford guesses right 
now!"
	Jessie scowled. "This isn't a guess!"
	She took another step in that direction. "I'm telling you, we need to go 
this way!"
	James was getting impatient. "Why that way?"
	"Because that is where I can hear The Song the clearest. Someone is 
guiding me."
	James was ready to dismiss it all as nonsense, but when he opened his 
mouth, something seemed to tell him he was wrong. Something was telling him to 
listen to Jessie. Was this what a conscience was? He didn't think so. His 
conscience was the ignored voice that told him that he should have never left 
his parents. The nagging, frustrating, annoying little voice that followed him 
after every move he made. And this was not that voice. This was something else 
entirely. But he was willing to trust it.
	Without having to say another word, they both crept off in that direction, 
moving branches out of their way as they walked, silently and carefully.
	"This is it, this is it!" Jessie cried. "It's getting stronger, there is a 
safe place somewhere in this direction!"
	James looked at the ground, and then at her again. He refused to say 
anything, fearing that he might squash her lead. On one hand, he would be glad 
to be rid of it. On the other, something was telling him that maybe, just maybe, 
she was right.
	"No!" James suddenly yelled. "Not this way! Look!" He pointed a head. Near 
was the bay where the choppers were actually landing. "Let's go this way!"
	"No, James!"
	"Yes, Jessie!" he grabbed her arm, and took her in that direction.
	"No, you're going to be sorry! Let me go, James! James!" Jessie screeched.
	"You're going to get us caught!" James said stubbornly.
	"I'm not. James! Watch where you're walking!"
	James grunted, and said nothing to her. He simply dragged her along, 
absorbed in the fact that he was certain that he was right, and that this song 
that Jessie kept talking about was just a stupid irony.
	Or maybe it wasn't so stupid after all. As soon as he opened his eyes 
again to the real world, he was starring right into the face of Officer Jenny. 
Actually, there were ten of them.
	James yelped, and tried to turn in another direction, but there were more, 
and they were closing in.
	"I told you!" Jessie snapped. She tried to remain calm.
	"Ready to turn yourselves in?" one of the Jennies said.
	"Never!" James shouted.
	Jessie's eyes darted in the direction they were going previously. Her grip 
tightened around James's arm. He gave him a squeeze, as if signaling him. "One." 
she said softly under her breath.
	"You're under arrest for first degree murder, kidnapping, and resisting 
arrest!"
	She squeezed his arm again. "Two."
	"You have the right to remain silent. You have a right to a trial by jury. 
You have a right."
	She squeezed on last time, hard and firm. "Three!" she said the tiniest 
bit louder.
	They both broke off into a run into the direction that Jessie had planned 
earlier. They broke the blockade of a few Jennies, which caught them by 
surprise. They ran, faster than they had ever run before.
	The Jennies jumped, and scanned the area. It was as if they had just 
vanished under their noses. There was another flash of lightning.
	One of the Jennies' sharp eyes caught a footprint quickly filling in again 
in the mud. "This way!" she said, and they all began to follow.
	Jessie and James had the head start they needed though. Their hearts 
pounded, and they were hardly able to keep hold of their breath. They continued 
to run, no longer afraid of making a sound because they had all ready been 
discovered. Now all that was important was speed, and brainpower. The important 
thing was they never caught them.
	They ran until they reached the shore of the now thrashing and dangerous 
looking beach. Jessie looked out into the sea, and then at her partner. They 
followed the sea border until the beach was no more. A rock formation blocked 
the path. The only way through would be to swim through the ocean. On normal 
days this would have been no problem. But today, it was different. The sea was 
so angry and fierce that trying to swim would leave them smashed into a cliff, 
lead to certain doom.
	Or that is how it seemed.
	Something was telling Jessie other wise. She walked up to the tall rock 
formation. It was too steep to climb up. But there seemed to be someone telling 
her, "Look at the wall, Jessie. You will find what you are seeking there."
	She was silent, and ran her fingers over the smooth surface, feeling 
nothing. And then, as if by magic, she did feel something, exactly when she was 
about to announce that they were doomed. There was a break in the rock. She 
wrapped her fingers around this break, and discovered that it was big enough for 
a person who was small enough and strong enough to fit through. She gave the 
smallest smile. She pulled herself into this break. She seemed to be going up, 
and then right out to the side. She pressed her body against the rock of the 
cave, inching ahead, with her fingers guiding her along the way. She saw light 
at the other end.
	She turned and went back. She reached her hand out of the cave. "Come on, 
James!" she said.
	James blinked. It was as if Jessie had just walked through an unbreakable 
stone wall. The break in the wall was nearly invisible. But he walked to her 
hand, and took a hold of it, for the second time that night. He was pulled in 
with her.
	They both squeezed themselves through the crack in the wall. They could 
hear the made sea outside there little stone house throwing itself up against 
the rock. But the rock was strong, and no matter how much it tried, the sea 
would not break through.
	"You were right Jessie. We'll be safe here for sure!" James said in almost 
a happy tone.
	Jessie looked at him and glared. But it wouldn't matter, because the 
darkness of the cave they were in hid any glare. "This isn't the place," she 
snapped. "This is just the way through."
	"But. this is perfect!"
	"This is not the place they want me to go!" Jessie shouted.
	James stared at her long and hard.
	Realizing was she had revealed, Jessie looked away, and down in pity of 
herself.
	"Who. are they?" James asked calmly.
	Jessie buried her head in her hand, and stopped inching forward. "I don't 
know, James! Okay? I have no idea. I used to think they were me. or relatives of 
me. relations. But now I'm not so sure. Whoever they are, they're the ones 
sending me the song, and they want me to go this way!"
	James looked more confused. "Song? What song?"
	"The song from the dream!" Jessie said, and then vowed not to say another 
word. But her vow would do no special good, because James had just vowed never 
to ask about that again.
	They began moving again. James wondered about Tiki, as the sliver of light 
at the end grew brighter and broader. Had they found her yet? He closed his 
eyes, and could almost hear her voice that had been so striking the first time 
he met her. He felt a rush of cockiness over come him. Was he finally falling 
towards his advances? Did he, James of Team Rocket, really have a crush on a 
fifteen year-old? Impossible. He put it out of his mind.
	"Here we are." Jessie said softly, and edged to the ledge of the cave. She 
looked down. She gulped. And then she jumped. Like a graceful flower she fell to 
the beach below, down, down, down, and landed on her feet like a cat.
	James peered over the edge, and could tell why Jessie had hesitated. It 
was a rather long drop. And then he had to think of his ankle. Any other day, he 
wouldn't have been afraid of something like this. But it was now or never, and 
he had no time to think about it. He jumped, and fell to the sand as well, 
landing softly. His ankle suffered little damage, because the sand was wet and 
soft. He looked to his partner, who was starring skywards.
	He looked up as well. He saw a tremendous wall of rock that rose up and up 
and up like some giant title wave frozen in time. Never in a million years could 
someone survive trying to scale it, and never in a million years could someone 
survive falling from it. Looking where he was, he could see that no one ever 
had. That cave, only available to them when the tide was high, was the only way 
to get to where they were. But was this the place Jessie's people spoke up? 
Surely not. Eventually, the cops would find that whole too. And if the tide kept 
rising, they would drown in the waves that curled at their feet. 
	"We'll never make it alive," James moaned.
	"Oh no." Jessie said. "We all ready have James," she laughed ever so 
slightly. "We all ready have, my dear partner."