"What's this?" Jennifer asked, pointing to something else.
"That's a vacuum cleaner," Moran explained, "you turn it on and it sucks up dirt."
"Really?"
"Sure, dirt, dust, shoelaces, phone cords, just about anything that'll fit through the hole on the brush," he told her.
"And that?" she pointed to something else.
"That's a clock."
"It doesn't look like one, there's no hands on it" she told him.
"That's because the technology's changed unbelievably over the last 90 years, that's a digital clock," Moran said.
"And that?" she pointed again.
"I can explain this one," Tony said, "this is a television set, now you remember how if you wanted to go see a film you went to the movie theater?"
"Yeah, and they had some good stuff back then, Fatty Arbuckle, and Charlie Chaplin was no slouch job either," Jennifer replied, "so what?"
"Well a few years later in the 1920s, they came up with television, but its success and use through that time was very gradual. Around the 1950s, use of them really picked up, and the idea of it was you could watch the news, and cartoons, and then came the half-hour programs…and through the years, it picked up more and more, saw more progress, more usage. Today you can see the weather, the news, old movies, new movies…"
"And the mental decay that is the commercials of today," Johnny threw in, "and going in that direction, there's also a new thing called reality TV, but I'll explain that one later."
"And television picked up on all the new tricks the movie people came by, sound, color, improved animation, special effects, you wouldn't believe the movies we get today," Antonio told Jennifer.
"Yeah, 100 trash, American-made," Johnny said.
"Fortunately the older stuff has been salvaged," Tony added, "sometimes they show the old pictures like you used to see."
"Now I like that," Jennifer said, "what else did they change?"
"Contrary to popular belief, it's been proven that people love the entertainment of mimes," Johnny said, "they originated sex and violence in their theatre work, and that's the only thing people want to see today."
"Cool."
"I think that's enough for one day, Jennifer," Johnny said, "we've already explained to you the washer and dryer, the vacuum cleaner, the digital technology of today, the blender, the egg beater, the electric razor, the chainsaw, capital punishment, and the evolution of electricity and machinery over the last 90 years. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go look into contacting some of those sanctuaries Joe mentioned."
He left the room and Jennifer and Antonio dropped on the couch.
"Same ol' Johnny," Jennifer said, "still the biggest sour grape I ever did know."
"I'm sure he's just in shock," Tony said, "this has been quite a day, for all of us."
"Who're you telling?" Jennifer asked, "Tony, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What's the big deal about this guy MacLeod? Why does everyone want to find him?"
"He's a great warrior, he's survived 415 years so far."
"But there are others older than he is, and nobody's interested in them, what's so great about him?"
"He's got quite a past to him, he's fought with some rather odd Immortals."
"Such as?"
"You remember them talking about his friend, the 5,000 year old one, Methos, right?" Tony asked.
"Yeah."
"He and three other Immortals near his age rode together during the Bronze Age, killing thousands of people, raping and pillaging, they had a leader, Kronos. He wanted to rule the world."
"Doesn't everybody?" Jennifer asked.
"Methos got away from them for a couple thousand years, then Kronos found him and came up with a new plan for world domination, he created a virus, no name or cure, planned to put it in the water, and offer everyone a choice, the Horsemen rule of they die," Tony explained.
"The Horsemen rule or the world dies…I can see how he'd be interested in the idea, has a nice sound to it if you're on his side of it," Jennifer said.
"Duncan MacLeod killed him, and another Horseman, his name was Caspian, and he was a real lunatic."
"Why's that?"
"He was a cannibal, you remember what those are?"
"Yeah."
"They found out he'd killed and eaten a lot of people, locked him up, but Kronos and Methos and their other brother Silas went and broke him out."
"I thought you said these guys were so old, nobody had any reports on them," Jennifer said.
"They didn't, but Duncan MacLeod and Methos both knew Joe, and they told him what happened so he'd know, and now that they're gone and it seems Methos' cover's been blown, there doesn't seem to be much need to cover up anything anymore," Tony explained.
"And only they knew he was Methos?"
"And Duncan's last student, Richie Ryan…Duncan killed him."
"Rough teacher."
"And Duncan's girlfriend Amanda did, but she died and she wouldn't tell…and Cassandra, a woman Methos knew from the Horseman's reign."
"And she's still alive?"
"Nobody knows by now. If she is…" Tony shuddered, "Joe says she might tell, if she went insane and there's a good chance she already was."
"So if they were the only ones that knew, how did the Watchers find out about Methos?" Jennifer asked.
"That's what nobody can figure out," he explained.
"Well who told Joe?"
He didn't say anything for a minute. "I never thought to ask him. I will next time he comes over."
"Wow…I really missed out on a lot," she said, "Al and the Massacre, World War II, Vietnam, the Depression, the Cuban Missile Crisis…"
"And you're complaining?" Tony asked.
"My own family, all dead and buried and turned to bone by now," she said, "that's what really hurts. They all died and I never even got to say goodbye, and it's all those damn Watchers' fault, what's so particular about me that they decided to freeze me and not somebody else?"
"They figured you were enemies with Moran, and he was already killing his Watchers at the time and they didn't like it, and decided to keep you somewhere where they could experiment on you, brainwash you, turn you against him, so you could do their dirty work."
"Ninety years of it and I still know my friends from my enemies," Jennifer thought, "Tony…"
"What?"
"Which one of you guys am I bunking with tonight?"
Antonio looked surprised, "What?"
"Am I going to be staying with your or Johnny tonight?"
"Neither," Moran announced as he returned to the room, "these days it's every man for himself and to himself. We don't have a room ready for you yet, so you'll be spending tonight on the couch."
"Johnny!" Antonio couldn't believe his ears. He turned to Jennifer and told her, "you can stay with me tonight."
"Fine, fine, it's your funeral," Moran told him, "just so long as I don't have to wake up to that face, I don't care." On that note, he turned and left the room.
"Yep, same ol' Johnny," Jennifer said, "he never changes."
"I'm sorry, Jennifer, I really thought he'd be glad to see you after all this time," Tony said.
"He is, Tony, he and I just never got along well to begin with. This is as happy as he's going to be to have me here," she explained.
Tony looked out the window and saw the sky getting dark and it was only early afternoon. He went to the closet and took out one of his spare jackets. "Put this on, it gets awful cold in November."
"I thought you said you had indoor heating," Jennifer said.
"We do, but we're going out," he told her.
"What for?" she asked.
"For one thing, we have to get you some new clothes, frozen or not, how those stayed intact for 92 years I'll never know," Tony said.
She looked down at her suit and remembered that the only people who dressed like this now were either in the Mafia, or in movies, the days of the gangster's racketeer were long gone and so was the image. Besides that, her suit was not in the grand condition it once was, it had been frozen along with her through time, but the fire she got caught in during the time of her death had ruined a good part of it and she knew she couldn't very well go around the town looking as she was.
"I suppose you're right."
"Okay, thank you," Johnny put the receiver down and groaned. Twenty places he'd called already, and none of them had anybody there who even remotely matched the descriptions of Duncan and/or Methos. And there were plenty more places to call after that, but he was going on a break, and just in time apparently because he heard someone rapping on the door. It was Joe.
"Hello, Joe," he said as he held the door open, "what can I do you for?"
"Just came to see how things are going, where's that walking time capsule?" Joe asked.
"Hell if I know," Moran replied, "Anthony took her out a while ago, to where I don't know, nor do I care, I've been on the phone all afternoon getting my ear talked off by people running those sanctuary places, and nobody's seen anybody who looks anything like these two guys."
"Maybe they didn't go to a sanctuary," Joe thought.
"Well where else would they go? Tony said you've been covering half the globe looking."
"Well…Mac stayed at a monastery for a year after Richie died, and Methos went off and nobody could find him then either."
"You think they did that again?" Johnny asked.
"No, I don't think so…I don't know, that's the real problem, there's no way to tell," Joe replied, "I'm beginning to think that they are dead."
"Joe, how old is Duncan?"
"By now, 415 years old."
"And Methos?"
"Well over 5,000."
"Don't you think by now they know what they're doing?" Moran asked.
Joe shook his head, "I've been around both of them too long to think they would. They're good at fighting, and experts when it comes to staying alive, but even they can only stay on top for so long."
"I'm sure wherever they are, MacLeod's playing mother hen to keep on Methos' last nerves, isn't that what they always did?"
"I wouldn't put it that way exactly, but I guess it went something like that."
"Makes sense to me, he's made it to being the oldest, he doesn't want to be the one having to watch over somebody else, he wants someone watching him…probably just loves driving Duncan out of his mind."
Moran said what he did to lighten the mood but it didn't last long. He could tell that Joe missed the two Immortals he called friends, more than he seemed to miss anything. Highly unusual behavior for a Watcher, but Johnny had to remind himself that this was an ex-Watcher, one who now regretted ever being with them, so it made more sense.
"We'll find them, Joe, I swear on my life we will," he said.
"Don't overdo it, Johnny, if they're gone, then that's it," Joe said, "Nothing we can do about it."
"Well we don't know that they're dead yet, and I refuse to even consider that until I see it for myself," Moran replied, "That's how I've lived as long as I have, by not taking anybody's word except my own."
"And where to from here? Now you've got someone else to look after, someone who needs to be caught up on almost a century of progress, and failure."
"The same way she ever learned anything, bits at a time, Joe, that's all it takes, that's all she can take is bits at a time, that's how she'll learn it all."
"You two don't seem to get along so well though," Joe said.
"And who told you that?" Moran asked.
"Nobody had to, call it the Watcher instinct in me."
"For an ex-Watcher you seem pretty well in your business still."
"Old habits die hard," Joe said.
"But thankfully Watchers die easier," Moran responded.
"And you'd probably know that more than most," Joe said, a tinge of bitterness in his tone.
"I'm sorry, Joe, but let's face it, for the last few years, they've just become the murderous bastards they accuse us of being."
"They've been that for years, they're just coming out with it at full force now," Joe told him.
"Like that brother of yours?" Johnny asked.
"Brother-in-law," Joe corrected him.
"Right, James Horton, what's say you tell me about that particular bastard?"
"Another time," Joe promised.
Moran had been in such a rush to get home, he drove so fast Jennifer didn't get much of a chance to see anything, but now that she was in the car with Tony, she was able to get a better look at everything, unfortunately that slowed the drive down to about fifteen miles an hour.
"What's that?" she pointed to something else.
"That's a traffic light."
"What's it for?"
"To keep cars from crashing when they come on different roads and meet on the same one; see the green light means go, yellow means either speed up or slow down, and red means stop, and if you go when it's red, the cops pull you over and give you a ticket."
"What for?"
"It's the law."
"So clearly not everything's better in this day and age," Jennifer replied, "What's that?"
Tony looked. "That's a school bus."
"What's it for?"
"Driver picks up kids and takes them to the school, then takes them home afterwards."
"Lazy is what that is," Jennifer said, "speaking of which, how are schools these days?"
"Lazy, so it pretty much all goes together," Tony explained, "seems everybody's falling asleep on the job."
"Oh," she looked out the window again and pointed to something else, "What's that?"
He looked again. "That's a K-9 cruiser."
"What's that?"
"Police, have a dog they teach to sniff out drugs, makes it a lot easier to catch people, at least that's what they say. So they take the dog out with them in the car to areas where they suspect drug use, and they put the dog to work."
"What's that?" Jennifer asked, sounding a bit tense.
"What's what?" Tony asked.
"That noise!"
He'd heard it all his life so he was used to it, it was a newer model motorcycle that came speeding by and disappeared around a corner.
"That's how they make motorcycles to work today," he explained.
"Whoa…if they make that much racket, I'm sticking with an older one. Even Johnny's isn't that loud."
"Well I know for a fact there's a place where we could find some of the really old models…it'd cost a small fortune to get one, but if that's what you want."
"I'd like to find one like I had before," she said.
That surprised Tony, he looked over at her for a second. "You had a motorcycle before?"
"Harley Davidson, 1913…cost plenty of money back then too but it was worth it…" she laughed, "My aunt had one too, 1911 model…she raced in 1912 don't you know? A lot of women did actually…she won plenty of times…another time some guy tried to knock her off hers and they both went down…that's how she met her husband. I was hoping that in a couple of years I'd be able to buy one of the newer models, like a 1914…"
"Why?" Tony asked.
"That's the year they started putting sidecars on them, you could fit the whole family onto one motorcycle then…and I always wanted a family and I figured that'd be how we travel…of course now being Immortal, I don't have to worry about that, I won't have a family."
"At least you're not alone now, you've got us," Tony said.
"Yeck…well I suppose you'll have to do, you're the only guys that would bother taking me in. Tony…"
"What?"
"Tell me more about the people this guy MacLeod has killed."
"Well if anyone matching the description I gave you comes in, let me know, you have my number, allright, thank you, goodbye."
Another scratched off the list, this was getting very tired very quickly. Johnny fixed himself a drink and headed out onto the front porch for some air. The weather was strangely nice for November…in the sun he estimated it at being near 70 degrees. This part of town was small and quiet, to really get anywhere good you'd have to go out a few miles to see anything aside from the hick neighbors. As Johnny was taking that into consideration, a black hearse passed by, not as fast as they normally went. Sometimes Johnny wondered if the only people in them were really the drivers and the corpses. He wondered if people ever hid out in the back of them sometimes because they knew nobody would disturb a corpse, let alone steal a car carrying one, nobody in their right mind anyway, but then again who was in a right mind these days?
Maybe he'd just been alive too long and it was making him too paranoid for his own good, but Johnny believed in taking no chances with anything that wasn't necessary. Actually now that he thought about it, if the Watchers were so bent on finding him, he wouldn't have to go to them, they could very easily track him down, do what they would, and that would be the end of that. The fact that they didn't meant something, what exactly he didn't know, but it was something to think about.
Speaking of which, he still wasn't sure what they were going to do about Jennifer…90 years was a long time to catch up on…and while she could learn, the real question would be could she adapt? No Immortal to his knowledge or Joe's had ever been frozen before…the only case that could be considered similar would be Nefertiti, but she was entombed in a coffin for 2000 years, it made sense that she couldn't adapt. The things that happened to her two millenniums back were as fresh as just the day before, whereas Jennifer had been thawed out repeatedly and she knew it. Against all hope Johnny genuinely hoped he wouldn't have to take her head…he knew it was too early to be thinking that way but he couldn't help it. He would wait, a month, two months, maybe a year and see how well she did in adapting to the times, see if she could, and if she could, they wouldn't have anything to worry about.
He looked as his watch, odds were pretty soon she and Tony would be coming back, so he went in to start on dinner. Getting a 15 inch chicken into a 13 inch crock-pot without damaging anything was going to take a while.
In the last half hour Tony had passed just about every item of women's clothes to Jennifer in the dressing room and of it all, thirty shirts and blouses were too big, too small, too loose, too tight, hot, cold, itchy, and had too many pieces of string to tie up. Twenty pairs of pants were too loose, too tight, too small, and some the material inside the top hurt like nothing before. Twelve bras were sling-shot out, six pairs of underwear were too skimpy, too large, or cut into her, and finally two dresses came flying out of the dressing room with the threat of 'try that again and I'll slit your throat when you're asleep'.
"Do you mean to tell me that nothing here fits you?" he asked.
"Bingo…it just figures Tony, some things never change, they couldn't fit me right in the 1910's and they can't fit me today."
"What?"
"I've gone through the last 92 years in a man's suit, you should know better than to think women wore pants back then."
"Well why didn't you say so?" Tony asked, "get out of there and we'll go over to the men's section."
Jennifer put her old clothes on and they got out of there, unfortunately it took a while to get past all the racks of women's clothes, and some of them raised an eyebrow for Jennifer.
"Wait a minute, Tony, there's something I want to see."
She turned back around and went to a rack where denim skirts were kept, skirts that couldn't even have met the 7 inch mark in overall length.
"Wow, women must be pretty big nowadays to wear garters like this."
"That's not a garter, Jennifer."
"Oh?"
"That's a skirt."
Jennifer looked at it for a while and dropped it to the floor like it was absolutely repulsive.
"You mean to tell me that women dress like that, willingly?"
"Yes."
"And…they go out in public in that?"
"That's usually the sole reason they buy it," Tony explained.
"Do they have a death wish?" she asked, "…remember Jack the Ripper? He killed several street walkers and back then they didn't wear anything like this!" she held the skirt up again, "My grandmother showed me some old clothes from back then, their knickers were longer than this skirt and you're telling me women wear this over their underwear?"
"Those of them that bother with underwear," he said.
She put the skirt back on the rack and sprinted out of there. "I don't like this, Tony."
"Well fortunately some things that have changed over the years it's better that people don't adapt to, and don't like, and that is one of them."
"You tell me something, Tony, just how in the world did it come down to that? Now in my day, women wanted to be treated like equals, they wanted to be treated with respect, but if you ask me that's a pretty hard one to do if you're always getting knocked on your back."
"I'd like to know that one myself."
It took another hour but they finally found a few things that Jennifer could wear and they got out of there.
In the car on the way back, Tony tried to think of something to say, Jennifer was quiet the entire time and the silence was disturbing to him.
"Johnny's probably wondering what's happened to us," Tony said.
"I don't think so, he used to stand around while my aunt tried to get me fitted for a new suit, that took forever."
"How come?"
"She kept poking me with the pins, and she kept telling me to hold still, stand up straight, keep my arms down, raise my arms, don't slouch…you ought to try that sometime and see how long you last."
Tony laughed, "I have an idea we're going to get along just fine."
"Yeah, providing Johnny doesn't kill me," she replied.
"What?" Tony asked.
"Remember you told me about Duncan MacLeod, and the Nefertiti lady? He killed her."
"He had to kill her, she'd been entombed for 2 millenniums, that's longer than all of us put together. Too much change occurred during that time that anyone could adapt to the changes made with time. You, you haven't been frozen for a whole century yet, so there's hope with you."
"Is that all there is to me, hope?" she asked.
"No, I believe you'll be just fine, but the first day is too soon to be making any predictions…give us a month and let's see how far you come."
She nodded, "Fine, a month."
Johnny had been multitasking making dinner, calling Joe, setting the table, and switching the phone over to the next line to call more sanctuaries. All said the same thing, nobody who fit that description but they would keep their eyes peeled.
Duncan MacLeod, if you're alive I'm going to kill you after everything we've been put through to find you, he thought to himself. It was an empty threat of course but he was tempted to put his hands around Duncan's neck if he ever found him.
He heard Tony and Jennifer come in through the front door and they came into the kitchen showing him the clothes they'd gotten for Jennifer.
"Do they fit?" he asked.
"Yeah, you want to see?" Jennifer asked.
"Sure."
What he didn't realize was when he said that, Jennifer took that as meaning right there. She slid out of her jacket and tore her shirt off before they could protest, yelling 'NO!'
Although it didn't do any good, she just shrugged her shoulders and continued removing her clothes.
"Really, I don't know what your problem is, we're all adults here, what I've got you've all seen before, just on different women."
"You never lived with any men in the house, did you?" Johnny asked.
"Na…my sisters' husbands dropped in from time to time but they didn't stay too long," Jennifer replied.
"Well from now on when you get undressed you do it in the bathroom," Johnny said, "you can't be out here in the open when we have company over."
"I'll say," Tony agreed, "if Joe saw that he'd probably have a heart attack and fall down dead."
Jennifer put on a pair of black and grey pinstripe boxers, a gray sport bra Tony had spent half an hour getting her fitted for, a white T-shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. "How bad does it look?" she asked.
"Not bad at all," Johnny replied, "now you look like you come from this century."
"Tony, what'd you say this is again?" she asked, pulling at the material of her shirt.
"It's called a T-shirt."
"Why's it called that?"
"Because when you have your arms straight out, with the short sleeves it looks like a T," Tony explained.
She tried it. "A horribly shaped T...Johnny."
"Yeah?"
"When do we eat?"
"Dinner will be ready soon."
"What're we having?" Tony asked.
"Baked chicken, mashed potatoes, baby peas, and King's Hawaiian rolls."
"Hawaiian, what's that?" Jennifer asked.
"Don't worry," Johnny replied, "we'll run all that stuff by you soon enough."
"Though that reminds me," Anthony said, "we'll have to go to the market soon, Thanksgiving's next week."
"What're we having?" Jennifer asked.
"Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, bread rolls, apple, cherry, and pumpkin pie."
"How many hands is it going to take to make all that?" she asked.
"A few."
"Good, then I can help."
"If you are," he replied, "you're going to have to figure out how the oven, the mixer, and the stove work."
"I can do that," she replied, "Which do I do first?"
"I don't want anything blowing up in this house," Johnny said, "you can make the pumpkin pie and you'll use the mixer for that."
"Allright, you can show me how to use that fancy thing tomorrow, right now, let's eat."
After dinner, while Johnny and Anthony did the dishes, Jennifer wandered around the living room looking at everything again. Some lamps were short and fat and had rippled shades on them, others were tall, thin poles with a wide dish on top the light bulb was kept in. Over on the table was a new version of the radio…three big black and gray squares, the one in the middle had a bunch of buttons and knobs to it, pressing one button caused a piece to open in the middle, another had the top flip open. After getting them closed again she decided to move onto something else.
Back to the television set, it also had a fine line of buttons on it going down the side. This was an older set, from about 20 years back Johnny had told her, all the same it was new to her. She tried to figure out how to work it, the buttons' names of what they did had worn off long ago, but Johnny had told her the order. The bottom three you didn't mess with, above that, two for changing the channels, the two above them, turning the sound up and down, so the top one had to turn it on. She didn't know what she would find on the screen, but when the picture and sound finally came on, she saw a woman in what looked to be a very large horse trough, running a very small razor (she guessed it was a razor) over her legs. At first Jennifer noted that the men were right about color and sound being put in, but that left her mind as soon as she noticed that as the lady moved the razor up her legs, she seemed to cut them, and didn't even notice. Jennifer cringed and her stomach threatened to send back up everything she'd just eaten, but somehow she couldn't turn away from it. The woman's legs got bloodier until she finally realized it and stood up screaming, only to reveal her back and more of her body looked the same. Jennifer screamed and fell back and she hit the floor, and she heard the men come running into the room to see what had happened.
Johnny lunged at the TV and shut it off, and Anthony helped Jennifer to her feet, and when she finally found her voice again, she said, very slowly, and very quietly, "the mimes never did anything like that."
"Remember what I told you about new movies made today?" Johnny asked.
She nodded.
"Well what you just saw is a prime example of how far downhill it's gone," he told her, "That movie's Cabin Fever, it came out a few years back…became a big hit where some people were concerned."
Jennifer looked back at the now blank screen and back at Moran, and couldn't believe it. "You can't be serious, people actually watch that?"
"Watch, hell, they pay to see it."
She shook her head in disbelief. "No, that can't be…you're making that up."
"I wish I were, but the truth of the matter is that that is a basic idea of what they give you in a horror movie today."
"I feel sick," she said as she sat on the couch, "but that stuff, what I just saw, that wasn't real, right? That was one of those illusions like you said."
"For the movie, yes, but they took the concept from real life cases."
"Real life…you mean people now actually do stuff like that? Is this another of those things that I'm supposed to adapt to?"
"Not particularly," Moran responded, "actually it's people who find nothing wrong in actions like that, that you have to look out for, there's something wrong with them."
"Indeed…but how…how did they…how could…" Jennifer couldn't get it out, but they both knew what she was thinking.
"I'll explain that all to you as well…you'll see quite a bit has changed, and a good part of it's not for the better," Johnny explained.
"And things just keep getting worse," Jennifer thought, "but we go on because we have no choice. What do you mean by that was a true case?"
"What you just saw was a lady with a disease, and it was based on a man who got a very bloody condition very similar to it," Anthony explained.
Jennifer was cringing again, and she was finding it hard to breathe, she worried if she breathed too heavily, she'd throw up.
"There are some diseases like that, flesh-eating and the sort…one sort, most common among patients with new stitches…and then there are others where…"
"That's enough, Guzik!" Moran screamed, "For cripe's sake, she doesn't need that information right now."
"Sorry…"
"I'm going to be sick," Jennifer said.
But much to her surprise and relief as well as the men's, nothing happened to that extent, however she was still quite a wreck from it. She spent a good couple of hours after that shaking and sweating and screaming and crying, remembering what she had seen. It was so bad, Moran actually considered taking her head that night just to put her out of her misery. He didn't tell Guzik, and apparently he didn't need to because a while after that, she seemed to calm down, but it was obvious to all of them that nobody would be sleeping for a while. While Jennifer had Tony explain to her how they could pull off such a horrible sight and it was all fake, Johnny put the kettle on the stove to make some coffee, this was the start of a long night he could already tell, and if the night passed with no sleep, tomorrow would be a long day as well.
Just like the old times, he grimly thought to himself. Though he had to admit, it was nice to have an old friend back. The life of an Immortal one was lonely, no matter how many places you went, how many people you met, very few actually stayed in your life for long. He wouldn't openly admit it too much but he was glad to see Jennifer again, and he was glad that she was basically the same person she was before her death, before the Watchers, and before their sadistic experiments with her. If she could survive all that, maybe there was hope for her in this new world.
He sincerely hoped so, he'd buried a lot of friends over the years, and despite everything he told everyone, a part of him still dreaded that soon he'd also have to bury Duncan MacLeod as well. There was no proof that he was either alive or dead, and the same could be said for Methos, as long as nothing could be confirmed there was plenty of room for both dread and hope. He prayed that when the day came that they finally found them, that they would be allright. Duncan MacLeod was expected to be the last Immortal standing, he would have to be allright when that time came. If that time came.