Disclaimer: I own only Rachel White. All other characters are the property of someone else.

AN: Sorry this took so long. I had a busy weekend and a bad internet connection. But since I'm now sick, I have time for editing. So here's the next installment. Enjoy.

Willy's trip was planned quickly. He told the Bucket's of his intentions, and with many objections, left for the airport after packing. He wanted to take the glass elevator, but he knew that Rachel was afraid of it. Instead, he had an Oompa Loompa from Inhuman Resources book him on the earliest flight to Philadelphia. He was lucky enough to get one for that evening.

His ordeals through the airport, while very interesting, have no bearing on this story. For when he took his first step on American soil, his journey officially began, and anything that happened before that was quickly forgotten.


As Willy walked down the streets of Philadelphia, he noticed right away, that he did not like this place. He felt uncomfortable as people stared at him. The atmosphere was dirty and dismal. No one greeted him with a smile.

"Why would Rachel ever want to live here?" Willy asked himself.

At one point, a homeless man came up to Willy and asked for spare change. Having no American currency on him, he backed away, trying not to get to close to the man. The derelict saw Willy's reaction and cursed him before moving to the next passing person.

Shaking his head, Willy continued his journey through the city. Thinking about where he was, the thought struck him that he had no place to stay. He did not fully think out his plans. He shrugged, knowing that he would figure something out.

It was around noon when Willy started to feel hungry. He had been walking none stop since he arrived that morning. Tired, he looked around the park that he had just walked into. Signs around announced that this was Rittenhouse Square. He sat down on a bench and looked around. There were so many places for him to stop and eat, but he did not feel up to it.

He sighed and looked around at the passing people. No one was friendly here. He thought that maybe it was a mistake for him to have come. Philadelphia was so big, and trying to find one person seemed impossible. Rachel was lost to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he some something familiar. Standing up quickly, he scanned the crowd to make sure that his eyes were right. Yes, he did see it! It was Rachel's worn out backpack!

All exhaustion fled Willy as he ran after the person with the worn out backpack. He pushed past people, not realizing that he was touching them. The only thought on his mind was to find Rachel. Willy caught up with her in an alleyway between two tall buildings. He touched her shoulder, turning her around. And that was when he saw that it wasn't her.

"Piss off, jackass!" said the girl before she continued on her way.

Willy stood there for awhile, thinking that he had gone crazy. He could have sworn that it was Rachel. And anyway, the girl shouldn't have been that rude to him. As Willy decided that he should go back to the factory, he did not hear that someone had walked up behind him.

"You going to a Halloween party or something?" said a sarcastic voice from behind him.

Willy turned and saw a young man in a leather jacket coming towards him. He did not know at time that he was in danger, but he found out soon.

"Maybe you have some change to spare?" Continued the man, pulling something out from his jacket pocket.

"Actually, I'm not American, so I don't have any of your money." Willy said, trying to be polite.

"Bullshit. I bet you have loads of money, and I think you should share." the man said, showing a switchblade to Willy.

Willy backed up into the wall, dropping his cane, and looked at the man with surprise. Was everyone outside his factory this violent? No, Rachel wasn't. And as a smile formed on his face from thinking of Rachel, the man's attention was drawn away. Willy heard a voice beside him, but was to afraid to look.

"Leave him alone, you bastard!" yelled a voice, and then the person struck out and punched the delinquent in the face.

"Bitch, you'll pay for that!" the delinquent yelled, pinning the woman against the wall.

Willy finally chanced looking at the owner of the familiar voice. It was Rachel. His heart stopped as he looked at her beautiful face. She was struggling against the man, so Willy reached for his cane and readied himself to hit the him. But Rachel beat him to the chase by kneeing the man in the groin.

As the delinquent slumped to the ground, she turned to Willy with a broad smile on her face.

"I hope you can run fast. Follow me." Rachel yelled as she started down the alley.

Willy followed her away from the man and back into the open public. They ran down a block before Rachel turned to see if they were being followed. When she was sure that the man was not behind them, she slowed to a walking pace. Willy caught up with her, panting.

"Why do I always end up out of breath when I see you?" he asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's because you love me. Come on, down here." Rachel said, proceeding down a set of steps that led to the subway.

"Aren't you even going to say hello?" Willy asked, disappointed.

"I think the time for 'hellos' has already past.We should just keep moving." Rachel said, not turning to talk to him.

He followed her down into the subway, hesitate to go, but unable to protest. The subway was worse than the city. It felt as if you had just walking into the depths of hell. It was hot, and there was a strange smell in the air. Rachel stepped up to a turn-style and looked around. Seeing no one watching, she jiggled it in a certain way, and then she was able to go through without paying. Willy stepped up to it next and she helped him do it too.

"I could have paid for us." Willy said, feeling bad for what they had just done.

"I thought you didn't have American money, and I surely don't have any, so we had to do it. You didn't want to have to walk through the ghetto, did you?" Rachel said as the stood to wait for the sub.

"What's a ghetto?" Willy asked.

"It's worse than what you just saw. Anyway, how did you find me?" Rachel asked, finally looking at him.

"You sent us a postcard." Willy started.

"Yeah, about a week ago. I just got off the plane and I saw it on the ground. I don't know why, but I just felt like I had to write you. But how did you find me here?"

"The postcard had the Liberty Bell on it, and it said it was from Philadelphia. I got a ticket to come over here the same day."

"You just got here? That was a very foolish thing to do. I might have left already, and it's a big city. You had no chance in finding me." Rachel scolded.

"But I did."

"No you didn't. I found you." Rachel said, smiling.

Willy could not take it anymore. Seeing her smile like that made him want to kiss her. And he did. He took Rachel into his arms and kissed her for such a long time that Rachel had to pull away when the sub came.

Both of them, now smiling, then boarded the sub with everyone else. Willy looked around in disgust. He liked the subway even less now.

"How can you live here?"

"I get by. Don't worry, I've been here a week, I should be moving soon." Rachel said flatly.

Willy sat in silence next to Rachel, waiting for when she would make a move to get off. In his mind, he had so many questions for her, but he could not ask them now. When they reached their stop, Rachel stood up and led Willy back up to the street.

"Where are we?" Willy asked, looking around.

"We're on a college campus. I've been living here for two days now. Come on." Rachel said, leading the way again.

"How are you living here?" Willy asked.

"I found someone who's roommate doesn't live in the dorm anymore. Through some negotiation, I got her to agree to let me stay there. I'm also getting paid to write her term paper." Rachel said.

"Term paper? How can you do that?"

"I'm not that dumb. All I need is the right books, and I can do anything. Now the only problem is getting you inside the dorm. They have tight security here. It's easy for me to get by, but you kinda stand out."

"What do you mean by that?" Willy asked, standing there in his velvet coat with purple gloves and silk top hat, holding a cane.

Rachel stopped and turned to him, smiling.

"Follow me, we'll go in the back way." Rachel said, leading him to the back of the building.

She did another quick check, and walked over to a door that had no doorknob. Willy looked up and saw a security camera looking down at them.

"Can't they see us?"

"No, that camera's been broken for about a month now." Rachel replied as she leaned against the door. After exerting some force, she stepped back as the door bounced back in it's frame, just enough for her to grab hold of it. Then she turned to Willy, smiling, and opened the door for him.

"How do you know about all this?" Willy asked.

"You have to know how to ask the right questions to the right people. It's actually very simple to do. I've been doing it all my life." Rachel said, ushering Willy in.

Willy stood in the stairwell where the door led and looked at Rachel. She was different from what he remembered. It was almost as if he was seeing her for the first time. But that only made him love her more. When she shut the door behind them, she gave him another radiant smile. Willy knew then that he had made the right decision.

AN: Okay, that's it for now. I just want to make it clear that I don't know anything about the Philadelphia airport. I do know a bit about Philly, but since it's not really important to the story, I didn't write it like reality. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed this and don't forget to review.