Meanwhile at her apartment, Cathy was busy cooking up dinner for herself and Jimmy but couldn't help to keep thinking back on when Jimmy returned home on his own a hour ago and seemed rather evasive about telling how soccer practice went with Jet, and seemed insistent on going to his room to make his homework. 'I just hope nothing bad happened between them...'

*RING*'Huh?' Lowering the stove fire, she walked towards the entrance and opened up. 'Hello, how—AH!' Her face briefly turned white, stepping back as she didn't expect him to turn up again out of all the people she knew in her life.

'Hello there, Catherine...' The man looked at her with a guilty face, though trying to remain as humble as possible. Though she immediately frowned to him in pure anger, but kept her voice low as to not alert any other people in the building. 'What in the world are you doing here?!' She hissed to him, the man immediately bowing his head down in an apologetic manner. 'I...I've wanted to talk to you and apologize for what I did all those months ago...'

She viciously glared to him and was about to close the door. 'You've been about 8 months too late with that, and there, you had your talk with me. Now scram!'

'P-please, Catherine!' George put his hands together in an apologetic manner. 'Is there really no way for me to at least explain myself to you?'
'No.' She slapped his hands away from her sight. 'Ow!'
'Let me make one thing clear to you. I don't care if you ditched and forgot about me. I could manage myself easily if I had to, but how could you in all possibility just leave your own darned son behind and not even have the audacity to keep in contact with him?! I had to take care of us both through that hellish time when you decided to just leave us to our own fate, and you seriously expect yourself to be able to explain that?!' She was now trembling from pure anger, mentally restraining herself from just decking him right in the face, and instead pointed firmly to the staircase. 'Leave, and don't you dare come back. You've caused enough damage to this family.'

Sighing in defeat and disappointment, the man sulked off, mumbling as he opened the door to the staircase down the hallway: '...I'm residing at the Silver Onion hotel for the next few days, in case you might reconsider—'

'LEAVE, NOW!" She shouted, George now running down the staircase in panic, the elderly neighbor next door coming out of his front door. 'Hey, Cathy, are you alright?' She panted slightly, trying to remain calm to her neighbor to not get him involved in any drama. 'I'm fine, Mr. Normington. Just a persistent house-to-house seller.'

Closing the door, she sighed from exhaustion as she walked back to the kitchen, putting the food on the plates as she wiped the small tears from her eyelids away with her arms. 'Jimmy, dinner's ready!'

During the dinner in the living room, Jimmy was eating his vegetables quietly, Cathy deciding to just confront Jimmy with the issue, knowing full well now why he avoided talking to her about the afternoon.

'Jimmy, sorry if I have to bring this up, but...' Hearing her on the opposite side of the table, Jimmy put down his fork and knife. 'What is it, mom?'

'I know why you didn't want to talk about what happened earlier...and he was here a bit ago, that father of yours...' Hearing that, Jimmy quivered slightly. 'R-Really?'
She nodded, but she rubbed him on the shoulder. 'Yes, but don't worry. I told him how I felt about what he did, and told him to never return again.' She then asked to him in a slightly doubtful tone. 'Or...was I wrong for saying that?' Jimmy responded with clenching her hand with his tightly, assuring her of something. 'No! Of course not! I don't like him for what he did as well, and you were strong for telling him to go away.'

Hearing those words from her son, she got up and walked up to him, hugging him tightly. 'Jimmy...you're a strong boy and I will always love you no matter what.' She got pretty emotional there, Jimmy patting her on her back to cut it out. 'Hey mom... I love you as well, but dinner might get cold if we continue like this.' Snapping out of it, she giggled slightly. 'Oh, you're right! And I do have to work soon as well.'

After finishing up on their dinner and Jimmy helping Cathy out with doing the dishes, She put on her coat and told Jimmy the usual. 'Alright, I'll be back around 22:00 PM, Mr. Normington will come by in about 10 minutes to keep you company, and if there's anything wrong you can call the hotel and ask for me.'

'Yeah yeah, I know mom.' Jimmy responded, knowing the usual routine. 'Have a good evening at work, alright?' Responding with a smooch on his cheek, she opened the door. 'I will, thanks. You make sure to finish up on your homework and not go to bed too late.'
'Gotcha!"

Walking out of the local night store with some drinks and an easy meal for the night, Jet couldn't help but think back on the conversation he had earlier this afternoon with George, and kept thinking on how Jimmy and Cathy would cope with this if they already had a visit from him. ((I oughta check up on Jim just to make sure...)) He grabbed his cellphone from his coat and dialed Cathy's phone number at home that she gave him out of trust ever since he returned and decided to settle down in Brooklyn again, the phone ringing...

'Hello?' An elderly man's voice responded on the other side when the phone answered.
'Oh, hey. This is Jet speaking. Is Jimmy at home?' He responded, walking further down the road.
'Jet...oh! You're that guy who hangs out with Jimmy sometimes, right? Yes he's here, hold on.'

'Jimmy?' The boy got up from watching a movie on TV as he was done with his homework a while ago. 'What is it, Mr. Normington?' He handed over the phone to Jimmy. 'Here, it's that Jet fellow.' Jimmy eagerly took the phone from him, and responded with a optimistic tone. 'Hey Jet!'

'Hey there Jim. Look, I'm calling you just to check up on how you're doing, alright? You just ran off suddenly earlier this afternoon when you saw that guy...' Hearing that, Jimmy felt some guilt creep up on him for just running off like that without even saying anything to Jet. 'Oh, right...I'm really sorry about that, it's just—'

'Hey it's fine.' Jet assured him, telling Jim that he learned George was his father, and that he warned him to not make Jimmy cry or do something horrible or he'd had to deal with him.'

'Really?' Jimmy questioned, sounding happy that Jet was looking out for him like that.
'Of course, Jim! You're my little bud and I'll always back up you and your mom.'

Jim felt warm inside hearing that. 'T-Thanks, Jet...'

Grinning himself now feeling more upbeat hearing Jimmy's tone, he wanted to make another appointment. 'No problem pal. Hey ya know what? If you promise you do well at school tomorrow and make your homework I'll arrange something with your mother so you can have a stayover at my place and we'll have a men's evening with snacks and some good action movie, alright? I'll even get you to school first thing in the morning!'

'Really?! You can count on that!' Jimmy responded super-excited, nearly making Mr. Normington flinch from his voice. 'Hey, you nearly scared me there!'
"Whoops, sorry. But yeah, deal!' Jimmy responded, really looking forward to it.

'Alright bud, I'll see you tomorrow in any case!' Jet hung up, picking up his pace to get back home, his stomach growling. 'Bah...I should ask Cathy for some cooking tips while I'm at it...huh?'

Noticing a black car tucked in a alleyway as he turned a corner, he had a slight suspicion that something nasty was up, being familiar with these kind of parking and car color tactics being used in some kind of heist setup. 'Wasn't there a jewelry store just around the corner too?' He said to himself, walking towards it, noticing that almost nobody was walking on the street at this hour, and he saw light burning from the building's main's floor, despite the closed sign hanging there.

'Really wish I had 003's vision...oh well.' Hurrying to the building, he snuck up to the window, peeking through the shutter holes, spotting two figures standing in front of a woman who was trembling, him ducking down and sneaking to the side. 'Looks like a robbery to me, alright...how to get in? If I barge in through the front, they might panic and shoot her.' He then noticed a window on the upper floor hanging open, grinning. 'Bingo...'

'Come on, hurry it up will ya?!' The left burglar demanded, pounding his hand on the counter impatiently, the other one gesturing him to keep quiet. 'Sssh, you'll blow our cover if you shout like that.'

'So what? If this broad takes too long some cop will notice this and check it out.' He responded, turning his face to the woman. 'About done?!' She nervously gave them a pouch containing all the jewelry she had on display below the counter, and stuttered out in fear: 'H-H-Here you g-go...p-please don't shoot-

*ZAP* 'Aiiieee!' 'Argh!'
Suddenly the sole gun the impatient burglar was holding got shot out of his hand by a plasma gun, the woman shrieking and cowering in fear under the counter, the man holding it trying to pick it up from the ground, while the other could barely make out that a man was standing near the back at the staircase sporting a large red spiky hairdo who fired said plasma beam before briefly igniting his feet boosters to ram into the one trying to reach for the gun, ramming him against the floor and the impact knocking him out cold. 'Uargh!'

'Ah...UAAAAAH!" Never having seen something like that, the other burglar panicked and dropped the pouch, crawling under the shutter in a hurry and rushing for the car outside. 'Damnit!' Jet got up and rushed for the shutter, though just as he crawled under it, he spotted the car speeding out of the alleyway and around the corner with the screeching tires loudly echoing through the street. 'Grr...' Deciding it would be best to assure the woman's safety and have the cops come over to arrest the knocked out one, crawling backwards, the woman still trembling in fear.

'Hey, are you okay—'
'DON'T SHOOT ME, P-PLEASE!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs, Jet sighing as he had to calm her down carefully.

'Haaa...haaa...' Having managed to drive away and parking the car in a old abandoned garage in a slump neighborhood not far away from where he just escaped, the burglar removed his mask, revealing himself to be George. 'What the hell was that guy doing there?!' He shouted out loudly to himself, prior to finally calming down somewhat. 'Is he a machine or something?—ah!' Hearing the cellphone ring, George answered, the number belonging to his boss. 'B-boss? What, the robbery? I'm sorry, but it was a disaster. Some superhuman caught us off guard and nailed down Harold. I had to make a bail for it! Huh? Explain myself at the hotel? S-Sure thing, boss...' Sighing in deep frustration, George put away his mask and stepped out, walking towards the Silver Onion Hotel...