okay dev. Update now. But this...writing it was kinda awkward. It was like: how to describe her without seeming...odd. I'm not a very descriptive person when I talk anyways but I'm a bit better in writing. I think. and I have no idea how this reads because I didn't read over it. He watched her as he waited for her to wake up. He would've felt like a stalker but he had to watch her in case something happened to her, right? Yes. Of course, barring the fact that she was already dead, something more might happen to her. She might...get attacked by a bear, or run into a homicidal maniac, or get hit by a car or...he sighed. Okay. He actually just wanted to see what she looked like, while she didn't have a chance to kick him again. He sorta felt like a stalker but...oh, well. He would deal. Okay with his decision, he focused on her face for the first time. She was...pretty, he guessed. She had Lustrous hair that was smooth chocolate cascading down her back in loose waves, reaching past her shoulder blades. Her complexion reminded him of creamy caramel, so light, uniform throughout, and almost flawless. Hazel eyes looked back at him, more jade green and less sky blu--looking back at him? Wait wha-- "That's me, isn't it? In the passengers seat. It looks just like me. It's gotta be me. It is. No one else around here looks like me," she seemed to be talking to herself, not requiring an answer, so he didn't respond. She had the right idea anyways; was it really worth answering? "...Is it? Tell me! There's a reason why you're not telling me, isn't there? There is! Why won't you tell me? WHY? I need to know!! TELL ME! NOW!" ...She was kind of annoying, Jake thought. She seems nice...sorta. But...why does she keep talking?! It's not necessary to talk THAT much.... Argh...he tuned her out as she continued talking when he didn't answer her. She needed a mute button. He needed duct tape. Or a gag. Something. Anything. Just to get her to STOP TALKING. It was like "Blah, blah, blah, blah, on and on and on, nothing important." If she talked that much, she could at least say something worthwhile. Just one thing. That wasn't asking for too much, was it? It'd be great if she was as silent as her soul had been. She wasn't as pretty (it was a soul. So beautiful it was indescribable.) but she was still pretty. So...if her soul had been so wonderful and she still had flaws...had his been the same way? He knew he had flaws too--he might not be nearly as annoying as her but, no matter how hard they were to see, he had flaws (ha. Cocky thoughts. New world today.). Had his looked the same, though? Had it been as pure as hers, as wonderful? Had it...had it...had it... He pondered the appearance of his soul as she rambled on and on (who talked this much? He thought. I mean, come on. Seriously. Enough is enough. Shut. Up.). And then finally, he decided...nah. His soul didn't look like that. If it did, he'd be a nicer person. ...Pssht. Like THAT was gonna happen.