Okay, so things weren't so bad as Jessica thought they would be.

For starters, she and Fran were given their own motel room, while Iroha and Ivy shared a second, and the Dead-Meats had the third. The rooms at least reached three star quality. As for Ivy's gang, they got sent to prison for invasion of privacy and thievery. Still, the prison was safe, and the worst criminal there was a guy who stole a million bucks.

The town of Bailey was a nice, portside town, just fifty miles down from their city. The police were generally friendly, save for some who didn't the share the same views as Fran and Jessica. The shops offered many different things than the ones back home; the police badge even got them some free things! The townsfolk were a little more open to the two's relationship than the ones back home. And for the first time in years, the two could enjoy the beach again.

Basically, it was a paid vacation. With…an over powerful mob boss after them.

Police protection was mild. Nobody save for top brass knew about the buses, so they didn't need a 24/7 watch. Two cops would have a night shift watching the motel, and they would check in with the police down at the station every four hours. Other than that, they were given free reign.

Four days in, and the news were at least…good. Most of Wallace's gang were arrested, but the big names in the notebook either vanished, or were playing hard ball. Victor still hadn't been found, but the police back home were keeping a eye on all exits, making sure that he didn't leave. As for Wallace himself…nothing. Guy vanished. He could be planning revenge, or just hiding until the thing blows over. Jessica grasped her issued revolver a bit more tightly as she placed it in her purse.

She and Fran decided today they would split up and meet up at the station. Fran went over west, so Jessica headed east.

A hour later, with two books and a Minestrone soup heavier, Jessica looked at her watch, realizing that she had a hour left to get to the station and check in. Time for one more stop, but where…

Oh.

Jessica stopped at the front of a white building. The name, written in bold Krungthep, read: 'A New Life' Jessica had seen the same building back home.

Her stomach churned. The soup wasn't the problem. Jessica started to shake.

But she still went inside.

The place was white and grey all over. Same design it was back home. Fran always said it was cheesy, but at least the chair that Jessica sat down was comfy.

Jessica looked around. All kinds of couple were here, talking to others and the staff, looking at pamphlets, or just killing time. Men and woman couples, woman and woman couples, and man and man couples.

A few years ago, a scientist discovered a way for a gay couple to have a child together, literally. They would donate DNA together; Lesbian couples would have to decide who would carry the fetus, gay men would get a special tank that acts like a womb. Normal couples that couldn't conceive could take either route.

But, of course, it was expensive.

Jessica and Fran's paychecks weren't enough. Unless they saved up for an entire year, which it wouldn't work, given that they needed food, and pay taxes. They did start a collection, and after a year and a half, they reached a 1/3 needed.

Jessica wanted a child. She didn't want to spend her life behind a desk. She wanted to raise a child. She wanted to live that experience.

Fran didn't know, but Jessica bought a lottery ticket every week, and a scratch card everyday, in chance of winning the jackpot. Five bucks for the ticket, and a dollar for the card. She came close by two numbers, and the most she won from the scratch cards were twenty bucks, which quickly vanished.

Jessica looked over to a lesbian couple, whom were reading a pamphlet together. One woman had long, light-blonde, curvy hair, and stood taller than her partner. She seemed to be a athlete, given her build and her casual clothes; a grey hoodie, blue jeans, and running shoes. Her partner was the opposite, wearing a light-orange business suit, and definitely spent some time in a spa recently. Her long mint-blue straight hair definitely stood out, but hey, Jessica married a bunny.

Don't tell Fran that.

Jessica grabbed a pamphlet. She read the exact thing back home, down to the point of being able to read the first part from her mind. She opened it with nervous fingers, and read it over.

Okay…it's cheaper here? Much cheaper. Hell, with the money they saved up, they were half-way there.

…maybe they should move here. The police department was lacking some serious force, and a transfer wouldn't take long. But it's not like they need it, the town was fairly peaceful, so they wouldn't be spending the entire day working. It made Jessica wonder why didn't move here to begin with. The town only had one hotel, but there were some small houses that Jessica was fairly sure they could afford it.

Of course, they first had to deal with Wallace.

She got up to leave, taking the pamphlet with her. As she went to the door, she bumped into someone wearing a thick black petticoat and a black flatcap.

"Sorry."

"You should be." The man (Given by his voice.) said, before sitting down.

Jessica got one quick look at the man.

He had a strange mask on.