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     All Jesse could think about was Walter White, his mind clouded with the idea of him as he left the prison that held him for so long. However, Walter remained at the prison wounded, Jesse knew he had to return. Jesse turned the wheel to do a U-turn, and drove directly back towards the base, "I love you Walter White", Jesse screamed through his tears. He meandered down what felt like a large path back to the candy farm that Walter was laying in, awaiting capture by the police. Jesse quickly grabbed the love of his life, until the sirens broke through. Time slowed as the pressure increased as he quickly drew Walt's body to his car, started, and sped off with the police quickly following. 

     "Yo, Mister White, you okay!? I can't have you ending up like hubby Mike yo!" Jesse screamed back at Walter, seeing that he laid limp and lifeless in the backseat, the wound on his stomach slowly causing him to bleed out. Jesse's driving became reckless and hasty, as he quickly tried to find a place to hide, he looked into his left side view mirror, the sweat falling down his bloody and dashed face, and saw police directly behind him. Jesse put his right hand on his pocket, and pulled out a small handgun, and poked it out his window, trying to make it look bravado, and blind shot at the vehicles behind them.

      One swerved right to another cop car, causing a massive pileup in their traffic, giving Jesse time to quickly drive away, he drove for several miles until he was near the border of Albuquerque, and parked at a CVS. Jesse jumped out the car and looked at Walts wound, and he was dead. Jesse was in a quandary, and quickly ran into the CVS to buy a burner phone, a phone of which cannot be tracked, and called his friend, and ex, Badger. He quickly typed in his number to the phone, and heard the buzz of the phone calling him. 

     A buzzing sensation was felt in Badger's right pocket, he put his hand in and pulled out the phone, unknown number. He flipped it open, "Yuh..?" the sounds of the TV echoed behind him, making it difficult to hear the phone call. "Hey, h-honey badger. It's me," Badger knew immediately who the caller was, Jesse Pinkman, his ex-lover. "L-listen, I know this may sound like that, I-you know, doing this in an act of cynicism, but I need you. I'm outside the CVS on Tramway Boulevard, bring a shovel okay?" Badger's mind was in a haze, he looked over at the TV. It was playing something about the elucid "Heisenberg", the story was still playing even six months after his unmasking, Jesse has helped Badger in years prior, especially after the passing of his Grandma, so Badger reluctantly agreed. "Yes, Jesse-cun, I'm coming."

    The phone call ended, he snapped the phone in half so that the authorities couldn't trace the call. He quickly ran down the halls of his tiny home to grab a shovel from his garage and jumped in his car, he recklessly pulled out of his driveway and down the road, passing stop signs and any red lights in his path. Eventually Badger arrived, seeing only a black sports car with two red stripes in the parking lot, and a man jumping out of the bushes. It was difficult for Badger to make out, but it was Jesse Pinkman, who was presumed missing for the past six months. Jesse ran up to the car, his face covered in a moist mixture of sweat, tears, and blood. Jesse saw his reflection in the car's window, it was the first time he's properly taken a look at himself, but that reflection into himself was short lived as the window pulled down, revealing his Honey-Badger who was in audible distress over what happened to Jesse. 

     "Yo, Jesse man! You okay bro? W-What happened!?" It took minutes for Jesse to think of a suitable response, but he merely just asked for the shovel, and if he could get Badger's seats dirty. Badger hesitated, and responded with multiple "Yeahs" in a row, some only half said before the other came out. Jesse then instructed Badger to pull next to Jesse's car, then he pulled Walters body from the backseat of the stolen vehicle into Badger's back seat, Jesse got in the passenger seat, and told Badger to pull out."Y-Yo man, Jesse, what happened? Is he- Is Heisenberg dead?" Badger asked, stuttering more than a naked man left on Mount Everest, "Like, w-where are we going?" Jesse continued listening, while pulling out a picture of a small child, the picture was labeled Brock, he flipped it over to see the cords +34°N, 59′ 20.00″, -106°W, 36′ 52". 

     He showed Badger the coordinates and asked Badger to drive there. "Is it- is it a special spot for you two?" Badger asked, "Yeah, it... yeah, it is. It's where we first really met each other" Jesse replied, "Its where we first cooked, it's where we first really became friends." The car parked as Badger pulled out a map and looked for the spot, somewhere in the New Mexico desert, they began driving.

     Jesse was still sweating, but calmed down by now. He slowly realized he wasn't dreaming, he was in a car, not the palpable prison he once was contained in. He was finally back with his ex, Badger, and after all that's happened to him for the past year, it's all okay now. "So, what do you do after this, the police are still looking for you, they know your association with..." Badger made a motion with head, pointing towards the corpse in the backseat, slowly dropping blood down the leather seats, "him. I already repudiated every question of me knowing your location, not that I knew. But I can continue that, only if you want." Jesse looked at Badger, he thought for a minute, and said "Listen, yo, you can say whatever you want. I have a plan once we bury him and I get back on my feet man. I'll be gone, long gone. Even if they knew you knew where I was, they'd have to track more than the entire country to track me, man. But I sure am glad I had good rapport with you man." Jesse spoke with a strangely calm tone, he didn't have his usual quirked up tone talking metaphor after metaphor, but he wasn't in clear distress. 

     After an hour they arrived, they both jumped out the car, Badger grabbed two shovels, "Brough two, thought if you needed one I should grab one to help. Like old times, back when w-"He cut himself off, covering his face with a pink blush. Badger handed Jesse the shovel, and he began digging with a barrage of strikes against the stiff ground, Badger joined in. After three hours of teamwork they made a hole big enough for two bodies. They threw Walter White in, and Jesse began a short speech. "Yo, this ground... it's like the ground of iniquity, this site held the first time me and Mr. White signed our souls to like... the Devil yo. We lost our souls or whatever that day, this site holds where Mr. Whites DEA Brother in Law now lies, and his friend, man." Jesse chuckled, "I hope you remember to cover the hole yo," as he pulls out a pistol that he stole when breaking out the glorified prison, puts the barrel in his mouth, Badger had a mutinous expression spread across his face while Jesse pulled the trigger.