There are probably few out there who have never had a s'more but never were locked away. Jason never had a s'more in his life because his father locked him and his mother and brother away. Hell he had never even had candy before till his father died. His favorites were called a Whatchamacallit and Thingamajig. Though hearing what it was made him smile. It sounded tasty!! Though he heard that accent and he bit his lip when Kinjo tugged him upstairs. Damn that accent. It was so tasty. Soon as h was in the room he took his coat off and stretched before closing his eyes. The layout of the house ran though his mind, as well as his own home. His room and Kinjo's merged in his head before he stepped forward five feet and vanished. He was not in the room anymore, he left Kinjo there. Out of thin air he appeared sitting on the bed. Each vanish and appearance was done in a blink of an eye. In his hand was a rose from his house, "I can make even others see illusions, like... The guy who attacked Momo. When I was on the zebra he saw something from a nightmare. Like I could probably make this room into anything I wanted for a short time. I just have to be able to see it in my mind. For instance, I just came back from my house." Jason grinned and tossed the flower to Kinjo, the look of joy vanishing, "Hope I'm not a freak now..."  Diego had walked down the streets and had followed far behind the two boys. So the new kid at the school was Jason's new buddie? Well that wouldn't do. Continuing he went down the road and down an old road towards the house complex James did his murders in. The male was going to report.