Jack was at a cross road, here he was, his chance to finally get to know who his real father was, a chance to get all his questions answered and from the source itself. But on the other hand, he wasn't even sure where he stood in Lucifer's eyes, was he something good? Something bad? Undecided?

There was nothing like spending a record of 107 Father's Days alone to set the mood and know that your kids, even as many as he has, don't love you. He'd done this at least 106 other times and was used to the routine of waking up, making coffee in his 'World's Greatest Dad' mug he was starting to come to terms in that for him it meant more in regards to quantity then quality.