"Well here we are, New York City the place I swore never to return to." Jack said with a sigh. It smelled the same as it did and yet in a twisted way, he missed the city. The hustle and bustle it had, the fact you couldn't walk down the street without seeing a familiar face, and the overall feel of the place. "Oh Jack, it's not that bad. So, where are we going again?" Elizabeth asked. He wirled around, "Well the lodging house is a good place to start." he replied. They both nodded and headded off.


I looked around the lodging house, Storm was upstairs telling the girls stories, race was playing poker with the boys and Kloppman was catching up with David. I was sitting at Kloppman's desk staring at the door and fiddling with Jack's bandanna, when I heard the faintest of knockscoming from the door. I origanally thought that I was just hearing things. I got up and opened it to a man about 6' 1", with brown hair that went everywhere, a black cowboy hat sitting on his back but, he was with a girl about 5' 8" in an off white blouse, a brown skirt and blonde hair with soft curls. The man looked at me and smirked a bit, "I think we're in the right place." he said continuing to smirk. "Can I help you?" I asked. The woman spoke. "Yes we're looking for a," the man cut in, "Les Jacobs?" I looked at them, " I'm Les. What do you need." the man looked at me and laughed. I knew that laugh from somewhere I just couldn't place it. "Les it's great ta see ya again I'm just a bit suprised," he didn't need to finish, "Jack? Jack Kelly?" he smiled, " I'd knew you'd catch on, good ta see ya Les." I broke down I gave Jack a hug. Cowboy had returned.