It's Your Turn, Michael.

Now Listen Closely.

(The chapter picture is only for fun. I found it and wanted to use it in some way.)

After a long talking to in the car by Jeremy, I finally dropped them off at his house, waving goodbye. As I drove far enough away, I yelled, "FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Frustrated tears filled my eyes as I headed home. 

Beep, Beep, Beep.

I blinked, hearing small noises. I glanced around, then screeched, quickly swerving the car and parking. I panted.

'Calibration in progress, please excuse some mild discomfort.'

"The.. SQUIP..?" I mumbled.

I then grabbed my head in pain, groaning.

'Calibration complete, access procedure initiated.'

I gasped, holding onto my jacket with a clutched hand. 

'Discomfort level may increase.'

I screamed, hugging onto myself.

'Accessing: neuro memory, accessing: muscle memory, access procedure: compete. Michael Mell ...welcome to your super quantum unit intel processor... your SQUIP- wait.. Michael?!'

The SQUIP appeared in the passenger's seat as a blue blur, then finally advanced into a figure. I look over, eyeing the figure quietly. 'What the hell am I doing inside of you?!' The SQUIP yelled. 

"You tell me. You are inside my head, aren't you?" I muttered, looking away from the figure. The SQUIP sat there for a moment, eyes low in concentration. 'Ah.. Jeremy Heere.' The SQUIP busted out in technical laughter. I flushed up in embarrassment, "Shut it!" I screamed. 

'You two are so alike. Michael, talk in your head, as if you're like.. thinking.' It said.

I frowned, 'Hrmph.'

The SQUIP chuckled, 'Alright. I can help you get the boy, but you'll have to do EVERYTHING I say..'

I nodded.

'Alright. Now listen closely..'

(It's kind of short, but it's fine.)