Well, here is my new story, I hope you guys like it. This first chapter is more like a "locating the reader in time and space" sort of thing. Anyway, reviews are appreciated and encourage writing. Hahah I really hope you guys like it.

The process of losing someone is already weary for normal people, but for people who have lived more than a century it seems to be even less bearable. James knew life would not be the same without Will, when the boy died a great piece of James died right along with him. He could still see Will's dark blue eyes shining in his mind's eyes and the former shadowhunter's heart would hurt. He was still adapting to this weird world of technology and fat big burgers, and having to do that with the pain of knowing William would never return to him, now he knew Tessa would not either. Their encounter on Blackfriars Bridge had been enough of a pain for him, so he left London and decided for a new life in New York City – the city that never sleeps. As soon as he arrived, the boy felt a little lost and anxious. Of course he had been given his family ring back and – as it was made out of real silver – her sold it and bought his ticket. It all felt really weird, because planes were not like ships and when it flew, James felt his insides tighten and the burger he had eaten earlier reach his throat, beseeching him to get out. But he survived. After arriving in the city, he purchased a guide for tourists at a bookstore in the airport. James knew he would not have enough money to remain in Manhattan for long, which he learned was the most expensive part of New York City. He decided for Bronx, it seemed quite reasonable and nice as well. After a while, the boy figured out how to get to places using the subway and he soon learned he would have to pay close attention to streets and other things because he could not quite manage some of the subway speakers.

By the time the former shadowhunter got to Bronx, he was shocked because of the place's conditions, which seemed quite not good. He soon found a restaurant near the subway station that needed help. He got into the place and it was comfortable and warm; he thanked the Angel for that since he had not realized his hands were freezing. After a while he managed to approach the counter and waited for someone to give him some attention. He started to pay attention to the place, there were nice wooden tables all around the place and couches on either side of them; they were stocked in rows. And he could take a look at the walls, many pictures containing inscriptions and in really nice frames.

"May I help you?" A soft nice voice took James from his reverie and he looked toward the sound. The owner of the voice was probably about twenty, probably, and she had those beautiful dark blue eyes much like Will's. The girl's face was delicate and her skin was like snow, white and smooth. She had thin biscuit-alike red lips and a beautiful long layered blond hair, not a light blond but a dark shade of it and almost brown. "Are you alright sir?" She asked and concern was all over her face, and that was when James realized he had been staring at her.

"I'm here because of the sign outside, if you need help, I can help."

"Oh, you have experience then?" The girl asked while rummaging for something in her pocket. "Recommendation?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." James raised his eyebrows, confused. "I came to help, you need to have experience helping? Because –"

The girl broke his sentence by laughing discreetly and one of her hands flew to cover her mouth. "Help wanted means we need a new waiter."

"Oh." James realized he knew nothing about this new world, and possibly never would because there were always new things – the more he learned the less he knew. "I have no experience and no recommendation. But I will work for food and shelter, madam."

"Amelia, by the way. Not madam. Not Mrs. Just Amelia or Amy, as you like." Amelia inspected James from head to toe. "I will give you a chance, but you better be good and learn fast because if you don't, I'll get fired right along with you and I need this job. You will be paid, as for shelter or a place to stay – you can crash on my couch as you look for another arrangement and you can cook and help me out. But you better not be a criminal or a rapist or anything like that, I have a gun and I am not afraid to use it. You can start now, in the kitchen – sweeping the floor."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" James was curious, he had been out of the world for so long and things may have changes but his newest experiences so far had showed the world was no better when it comes to human nature and kindness. So why would a stranger be so kind was something of a mystery.

"Because someone did the same thing for me a few years ago and –" She started walking to the back of the restaurant and gestured for James to follow her. "By the way, what is your name? Where are you from?" The girl asked while they walked into the kitchen.

"Oh yes, I am James and I come from England."

"No wonder you look so lost, completely different countries. What brings you here?" Amelia asked as she picked up a broom and handed it to James.

"Restart. I had nothing left for me there." The boy answered and he could hear the sadness in his voice.

"Better get to work then, James. I will need your surname later and documents, just to be safe. You may leave your bag in my closet." She took something out of her pocket, a small key. Keys were weird now, they were thin and small. Amelia handed it to him and the boy took it. "Don't steal anything or I will kill you. Anyway, anything you need, you can talk to me. I will introduce you to the rest of the gang later. And by gang I mean the staff before you think I'm in some sort of mafia business."

The girl went back outside and James put his bag in her closet, which a boy named Jamal had helped him find. And then he started sweeping the floor. When James finished it, he thought that would be it but then the cooks started telling him to get things and wash dishes and he thought he would never make it through the night, but the thing about living so many years – specially as a Silent Brother – is that you get used to learning and to hard work. He survived.