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Heather found herself lost in the middle of Hive City looking for someone she'd only just met earlier this day. This stranger who'd stumbled across her mozying along while looking for someone, himself...themselves. Heather offered to help the worse-for-wear looking officer find the young girl he'd spoken of for a couple of reasons, the most prominent of which was it was hard to say no to an officer; especially not with how much he'd started reminding her of her father. Unfortunately though, she'd gotten distracted and looked the other way while she was following him. Once she looked back he...they...were gone. She just hoped she found them in one piece.

As things were right now all she had was a wooden knife in place of her good old switchblade. It wasn't quite as comforting to her but it gave her something to grip onto to help calm her nerves as she weaved in and out of the Pariah peppering the streets of Hive City, calling out for her recently missing recent companion when there were no Pariah's within arm's reach of her in case one happened to be offended by her voice; not that she called very loudly. A couple of them looked her way before glancing indifferently back the way they were facing and going back about their business.

It was getting darker out but at least she'd found a flashlight to use. Having been in a similar situation before, she already knew what to go for before she bumped into exactly who she's searching for, now.

"Good Cop? Bad Cop?" Heather called as she saw something move and shined her flashlight in the direction of the movement. The light shone on a single Pariah who hissed and began to wander towards her once it registered what had happened. Heather quickly shut the light off and continued walking as a mildly quicker pace, keeping her head down and holding in a deep breath until it seemed to have lost interest and wandered away.

With a sigh of relief she glanced around the buildings on either side of the street from her, peeking through windows and inside cars. If she didn't find him soon the best she could do was hope he'd found who he was looking for and start worrying about herself. Though, the idea of turning her back on someone who reminded her of Harry left a bad taste in her mouth and made her stomach churn.

Things were beginning to feel stagnant and this spectral popstar was beginning to feel like he was caving in on himself from the extreme boredom . Maybe he had just been hanging out in all the wrong places or maybe getting excited about puppies was the most excitement this city was capable of! Either way, Billy was sure there was always room for more.

Billy was slouched over in a booth at the one diner he could find that had actually allowed him to bring Wendy inside. And there she was in the seat across from him gnawing on the sausages he bought for her as he insipidly slurped at his smoothie.

The diner was a small and quiet one and didn't look like much anyhting fancy. The walls were a drab greyish green with old wooden pillars in the corners for looks; not that Billy could quite put his ghostly finger on what look, exactly, they were going for. The drapery was just as gloomy and bland looking, but complimented the rest of the diner's color scheme nicely with their musty old brown appearance that also matched the seat cover for the chair and booths. But despited the drab color scheme, the windows were wide open and the lighting was intense. This place, you could say, was anything but dark and gloomy.

Between his hungry croc and his incessant slurping, there were a lot of eyes on him but he felt a little too dead inside to care at the moment. He cared enough to wonder just how far his boredom could go, though, as he glanced down at his wallet as he'd pulled it out of his pocket. He opened it up and as if on cue, a little moth fluttered out and away with a dusty sigh like some kind of cartoon.

With a dramatic and drawn-out groan, Billy carelessly jammed his wallet back into his pocket and sipped unenthusiastically at his smoothie once more.

"Is this what it feels like to be Spencer? To not always have money in your wallet whenever you open it? This sucks! I'm the Billy Joe Cobra! People love me! I'm rich and people love me!"

Wendy stared at him a moment before scarfing down her last sausage and Billy sighed loudly and threw his hands up dramatically.

"Yeah, I know I know! I'm not rich here and not everyone here loves me yet. But they will!"

Glancing around the diner lazily, Billy was struck with an idea and beamed excitedly as he whipped his head around to face his pet crocodile. The sudden jerking movement startled her a moment before Billy grabbed her up and zoomed out of the diner, forgetting to pay his bill. He was so used to being dead he never really had to pay for anything for quite some time. Then again, even when he was alive he had people to do that for him.

"C'mon Wendy! We've gotta liven this place up!"

Billy skid to a stop in the middle of sector 1 and placed Wendy down in one smooth motion as he lifted from the ground to float upwards a little ways to get a better view of his first victim. Wendy sat where she was placed and was content to just continue sitting there, digesting her lunch.

NPCs first, Billy decided as he shed a little ectoplasm into the palm of his hand and lobbed it at the nearest NPC. The NPC began to glitch and twitch and transform as the ghost quickly shed more ectoplasm and whirled around to lob it at another.

One by one, various NPCs in the area began to change in subtle and unsettling ways after coming into contact with Billy's ectoplasm. The deceased popstar couldn't be more proud as one NPC up and smacked an entire shopping bag out of a citizen's hand without warning. Things were starting to liven up a bit!

"You see that, Wendy! This place will sooo exciting!"