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Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, lifted his guitar and took a pleased look around at his surroundings. The stage was set. The band was ready (even if they were all nameless, faceless individuals. The focus wasn't on them, here.)

No, no, the focus was on Jonothon, his hair perfect, his face perfect, his chest? Dare I say it? Perfect, as if sculpted by the hand of God himself. It would have been a shame to put a shirt on it, in spite of the time of year. And anyhow, this particular corner of the island was unseasonably warm. It would be a shame to not take advantage of the sunny sky, the green of the grass and the leaves in the trees, the warmth the day had to offer... and other types of heat, at that. Perfect chests were for showing off, and Jonothon would like to encourage all of his audience to partake in that very same mindset.

But all of that hardly mattered. What really mattered, here, was that there was to be a concert today. And, perhaps afterwards, Jonothon would let his most avid admirers backstage for a personal tour.

[Open! So very, very open.]

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Their love had, indeed, been so very great. On Friday afternoons between Jonothon's appointment with Marlee and his 'practise sessions' with the band. Oh, how he longed to fill that hour-and-fifteen-minute void in his life with her touch once again!

"It must have been that witch-doctor that we encountered in the thick rainforests of deepest Siberia! I knew we should never have purchased that cursed monkey paw!"

"It's too late for regrets now, Jonathon," Jaye said sadly. "At least in Siberia we were able to get a hold of the world's largest uncut diamond. I'm gone, and I don't think I can come back to you. But I need to find a way to let go."

More glycerin.

"No, no, you cannot leave me again!" Jonothon held his hand toward her, meaning to run his fingers over her cheek. "Please, Jaye! I need you! There's a void where you once were!"

On Friday afternoons. After Marlee and before the entire band.

His fingers would pass right through her cheek, and Jaye looked at him, crying prettily. "I'm sorry... I think it's my time to go. All I needed was to see you and feel your love again." Not dirty, because she was incorporeal. "Remember, I will always love you and cherish the time we had."

On Friday afternoons. After Marlee and before his entire band.

"And I... I shall never forget you. Unless I get hit in the head by one of those dastardly Winchesters..."

So, so very dastardly, those Winchesters.

Whoever had found the glycerin had now found Jonothon's face, as well, and they were, the both of them, crying so very prettily.

"I only pray that someday, I shall see you again, my beloved."

"Farewell, my love," Jaye said, still with the pretty "tears", just as she vanished in a fit of CGI forever. Or until her contract negotiations got settled.

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