"How are the repairs going?" Wilson inquires, entering the bunker, the light of the setting Sun filling the bunker as the fresh flesh begins to grow over the cyborg's body, covering the exposed wires from before and developing freckles just like Jackie has on her face.

"Great," I smile, "took like a week for the flesh to grow properly though. We really want this ready for the next full moon. Just in case it's a tough one."

"I have to ask," Wilson inquires sitting next to me and cracking open a can of soda, "why you don't help us fight them?"

"I don't actively hunt demons in the Dawn," I explain, already sensing that familiar presence, "I... have my reasons."

"Well I trust you so I won't pry," Wilson smiles offering me a soda which I accept, but don't actually open. "I mean I'm not one to judge after Halloween. What I wouldn't give to just enjoy holidays again. I love holidays, but I hate child abuse and I just..."

Wilson sighs, "I can't think about anything else anymore on those days I just... miss blissful ignorance."

Wilson turns away, sighing.

"You OK?" I ask.

"Eh," Wilson shrugs, "with the next full moon being right after Thanksgiving, not really. With the Grim Reaper I may have to sit this one out. Probably gonna lock myself in my room and cry some. Just what I always do."

"That's..." I look at him concerned, unsure what to say, "not... healthy."

"I've done it every holiday since the incident," Wilson shrugs, "when I woke up after Halloween my face had tear stains on it. Just how it is. I miss her."

Wilson grips his locket, "I really really miss her."

"Hey," I place a hand on his shoulder, "it's OK. You have me. You have the rest of your family. None of us are gonna get hurt, and if we do, it'll be a small accidental amount that leaves no permanent harm. I had that happen to a buddy of mine a year back so just so you know that is a thing."

"Wait really?" Wilson asks, "that actually gives me a lot of peace of mind, thanks. Let's change subjects I'm getting really depressed. Is she on?"

"I think she's still charging," I reply.

"Well," Wilson shrugs, "I'm gonna go."

I notice his blade in its black sheath on his waist, and ask, "and why did you bring that?"

"I ain't gonna kill myself," Wilson glares offended, "I ain't gonna die today. We can't just assume there ain't gonna be no Dawn round ere'. Gotta be ready for them there demon folk."

"OK," I reply, "just checking."

Wilson sighs and asks, "OK how much longer is everyone gonna need me to live? I'm gonna do it, but when I'm not needed I'm gone."

"What do you mean not needed?" I ask.

"When everyone turns 21 my work is done," Wilson explains, "I mean, I work as the guardian. I'm Mr. Nothing. I have no purpose or skills beyond that."

"Just talk to the counselor," I sigh.

"Yeah imma go do that right now actually," Wilson sighs, "I lied about the sword. I'm sorry."

"Wilson no!" I plead.

"I just thinking about it!" Wilson exclaims, "I came here to talk to you cause you talked me out of it last time!"

"Can I even trust you to go back alone?" I demand.

Wilson sighs and turns away. He silently, offers me his sword. I take it, understanding that he isn't gonna be safe if he has it. He doesn't look me in the eye.

"It's gonna be OK," I try to force a smile, but my worry shows as he avoids eye contact.

"I hope so," Wilson replies, "thanks by the way. You do a lot for me. If you ever need anything, just ask."

He leaves after that without a word. If this is him getting better, how bad off was be before?

"Holy shit!" A voice exclaims, "what the Hell did I just witness!?!"

I turn to see Jackie on the laptop, shocked and, judging by her expression on her face which can now move, worried.

"You been on this whole time?" I ask.

"Well my eyes work now," Jackie explains, "so I wanted to test my mouth. I tried to talk but... yeah no luck."

"Yeah he's not very stable," I sigh.

"He reminds me of myself," Jackie explains, "I hate holidays too. I go into sleep mode until they're over."

"I like them," I reply, "because my family isn't a bunch of scumbags like his home town."

"Mine was," Jackie sighs, "at least, that of my human parts. I have all her memories and I am her? Yet I'm not? It's like two in one."

"How does that work?" I ask.

"Well I consulted a preacher about it," Jackie explains, "he says whoever I was made from is already in Heaven, but I also have the gift of a soul? I dunno that's what I'm going with."

"Makes sense to me," I smile, "so how did your old self perish?"

"Drunk driving," Jackie explains, "dad was an alcoholic bastard and it was New Year's Eve. Put the pieces together and you get one dead kid."

"I'm so sorry," I apologize, "do you need like, a hug? Can you feel hugs right now?"

"I would love a hug but that's not working either," Jackie sighs, "so, why don't you really fight demons?"

"I don't have to tell you," I glare.

She looks at the soda and asks, "you gonna drink that?"

"I prefer water," I lie.

Her digital avatar shrugs, and she changes subjects, "so did I miss any albums from Dead Sea Dance?"

"I love Dead Sea Dance!" I exclaim, "I have their latest album right here!"

I take out my phone and turn up the volume as I play a song from the album, the drums of the punk rock band beating against the walls of the bunker.

"Yeah that's the stuff!" Jackie exclaims, "I love it!"

"They're actually having a concert next month," I smile, "and I can't wait. The drummer is so cute! I love her!"

"I know!" Jackie exclaims, "just like... agh! There's no words!"

"Exactly!" I exclaim, "we should go together and invite Wilson and the gang! It'll be fun!"

"Yeah!" Jackie exclaims, "great idea! As soon as I can move again, I'm asking my girlfriend Cathrine to that concert!"

"Wait," I ask, "Cathrine?"

"Yeah," Jackie smiles, "why do you ask?"

"Oh," I turn away, "no reason."

Well that's gonna complicate matters for her and Wilson but whatever.

"That Wilson guy is kinda cute too," Jackie proceeds, "but my eyes are on Cathrine right now you know?"

"Yeah," I reply, "but I'm not into guys myself."

I fiddle with the music app on my phone and ask, "wanna hear the next song?"

"Hit it!" Jackie exclaims, grinning wide. I start the next song and we listen in silence, enjoying the music as I wonder if I should tell her about Wilson and Cathrine, but decide not to. Not yet. I look up at the ceiling, laying on my back next to the laptop and wonder about how Wilson is doing talking to Ms. Evergreen...