Cole couldn't help but laugh out loud at Jasper and his temper tantrum only helped to extend his laughter further. He needed a good laugh, it had been awhile, months actually. He looked around at the corpses scattered about while he laughed at Jasper and the surrealism of the the whole scene and something sort of snapped inside him. He had developed another personality early in his childhood from the traumatic experices he had lived through as a child. He had manage to supress it, to hide it from others which was easy since he never really associated much with anyone and eventually it had faded away.<br/>From somewhere deep inside him he heard a familiar voice that was his but at the same time wasn't his. '*Hey Cole, remember me. We used to be such good friends and then you were gone.*' Cole looked around him trying to figure out who was talking to him and it didn't seem like none of the others had said anything. '*No in here. You're looking the wrong way. Where the hell you been?*' Cole spoke aloud seemingly to nobody if you happen to be watching him from the outside. "I didn't go anywhere, I been right here. You're the one who left, left me to deal with all the bullshit."<br/>Cole didn't find it strange at all to be having a conversation with himself as the voice spoke to him once again. '*No Cole, I've always been here, you just wouldn't talk to me anymore but I forgive you. You can't be ignoring me anymore, I can help you with this mess you've gotten yourself into. I want to help you, least I can do for an old compadre. Afterall if you go and get yourself killed then I'm pretty much fucked.*'<br/>"Yeah, I guess I can see your point there. I guess we'll give it a shot and see how it works out, it is kinda cool that you're back. I'll have to get back to though, right now I have shit to deal with out here, then we'll talk about how you can help."