PJ knocked on 'The Guy' door. It had been a while since he mouthed those words to her. She wondered why he seemed so shocked.  He opened almost immediately. "Paperjam! I can't believe it's you! How on earth did you let your parent's let over here?" Pj's blood ran cold at the mention of parent's. "I'm sorry...I don't recall ever meeting you" She didn't know what she should say. 'The Guy' seemed slightly  surprised but smiled. "Maybe a this will refresh your memory" He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a photo. She saw herself when she was a kid younger than before she met Cross even. Why would he have a picture of me though... She thought. She scanned the picture carefully studying every aspect. Then she saw a little boy sitting next to her. He had a colorful hat and a vest,with a dark purple shirt under it. But the most original part was his glasses. She kept looking at the picture and him, and her eyes lit up and she smiled. "Mr.Fresh!"

She knocked on the door of Mr.Fresh even though he was 7  and she was 5, they seemed inseparable. They were. "Can I play with Mr.Fresh,please?" she asked the woman at the door. "He's inside. You can come in if you want." She said kindly, like she did before. She walked into the  house and  surprised Fresh by busting open his door  and yelling " Mr.Fresh!!"  and jumping on him.

Yes.

The good times.

But then her parent's moved to cross's universe. They always said when she argued or cried about living back there, that "He was obnoxious and there are thousands like him"

Pj always  knew there weren't.

They spent nearly an hour reminiscing. They both shed a few tears. In the end they hugged. Then she told him what was happening. "That's terrible Jamie..." Pj nodded. "But I'll help,you!"