Jacob was excited to switch clothes no mater how cost saving Priss was in bringing him to a thrift store. He was just happy to get out or his old clothes and into something less dirty. As he changed in the small changing area he was Priss waiting outside from under the door. She'sback. Jacob slid on the black shirt and looked down to see the jeans were holding up pretty well. Opening the door he stepped out. Despite looking rather plain he felt comfortable in the new get up. He really didn't want to be noticed unlike Priss who made a career out of it.

"How do I look?" He asked.

She tilted her head and looked him dead on. She didn't mind it but it made him look plane and momma boy looking. Jacob noticed her look and his confidence quickly faded. He had chosen his the most unremarkable outfit he could come up with just so blending in was less problematic. She looked at him as if he wasn't impressive enough. Priss had gotten a call from Sylia earlier mainly asking on Jacob but filled her in about the new job that fell on their laps. 20 million was a pretty number and all just to find a little girl. To say Priss thought it would be easy was vastly understated.

"Not great but not horrible...just plane" Priss told him but he could tell what she was thinking from the look on her face alone.

"I'm not a momma's boy and I'd rather remain inconspicuous" Jacob said defensively.

Priss held up her hands in defeat and nodded. He wasn't wrong but looked very plane and understated.

"Alright suits you anyway" She retorted as Jacob walked past. "Hey you still owe me an explanation!" She called after him.

He looked over his shoulder and nodded.

"Not here, any abandoned buildings you know?" He replied softly.

She nodded and lead him out of the building. Moving down the street they began towards a more private place. Jacob looked around as they continued walking. He wanted to make sure everything went how it was supposed to go. Interfering with the timeline was ill advised and could drastically backfire. I've been watching too many time travel movie's. He remarked as he walked up the street just behind Priss. Looking around some more he sighed deeply. Priss looking back saw the hopeless again which gripped Jacob like an anaconda. His walk was troubled as he watched cars move past with fascination. He looked at everything as if he hadn't seen it in person for some strange reason. Must be from a small town but that doesn't explain too much. Priss mused as she continued to study him. He looked at her and he just shrugged. He looked like death had kissed him square on the lips. Something was bothering him.

"Where are ya from anyway?" She said knowing he was definitely not from Asia despite his Japanese being real good.

"Canada, small town in south Ontario...I'd rather not talk about" He replied softly.

There was now a haunted look on his face which just screamed at Priss who now was even more interested. What the hell happened to him?. She thought as they reached a quite and isolated place to talk. The pair ascended three flights of stairs before stopping in an old apartment which had long since been abandoned by its owners. Jacob looked around the empty and dirty room and shuddered.

"This good enough?" Priss said standing by the window.

"Yeah it's good, reminds me up at home...bastards" He replied practically muttering by the end.

Priss looked at him as he grimly looked around. He noticed her look and figured he'd have to tell her eventually. Best to get out of the way now than never.

"I'm referring to my parents, If I could even call them that. Anyway i owe you what you deserve" He explained.

Priss felt a sinking feeling come over her as she nodded. Was he abused?. She mused as Jacob took a breath and began.

"I'm not of this dimension. Genom, I.e Brian mason has cracked how to rip a hole in space time...I don't expect you to believe me but just keep listening" He paused for a second taking another breath. "In my world this all is just an anime and I can barely believe it myself but here I am taking to you unfortunately my proof is next to nothing And I was to be disposed of by the guard assigned the job done to me in an alley for leaving me with some money and a note" He rambled on before stopping.

Whatever happened to that guard was in the air. He owed that person his life for leaving him in the alleyway to choose his fate. Priss still sceptical raised an eyebrow and looked at him unsure what he heard him ramble about. He sounded like he was speaking from a dream laced with mind altering drugs.

"What did you have to smoke last night?. Interdimensional travel don't make me laugh like I'd believe that" She scoffed earning a potent frown from Jacob. "Sylia's gonna love this"

This annoyed Jacob as he should have anticipated such a reaction but failed to. How can iconvince her or anyone for that matter...I'm a fool. He thought sighing aloud.

"I swear on Gene McKinney's grave I am telling the truth. Priss I came to the four of you with hope in my heart...but now i realize it was all a mistake" He said turning towards the door. Before leaving he said. "Good luck with today's job, good luck finding that little girl" He walked from the room with a hopeless aura taking full effect.

Priss watched in surprise, how did he possibly know about the job?. As she watched him leave she processed what she had just heard from him. He had known something over a private phone call he wasn't even present for. He was changing when it happened and would have been near impossible for him to hear unless he was a boomer. But yet his movements were to fluid and human like to pass for a boomer. The way he spoke also added to the fuel of humanity. Cursing to herself she quickly chased after him moving down the stairs at a rapid pace. She raced out the door to see him walking off in the distance with shoulders slumped. She gritted her teeth and raced after him as he moved silently down the sidewalk.

Jacob looked out infront of him as he walked with a dry and cold look. He had dashed his only hopes and the whole situation was finally getting to him. He was stuck here, with nobody too boot. No identity to speak off and all hope fading. He reached the intersection as cars passed and he saw a large truck moving up the road towards him. All the dark thoughts he hadn't thought about in years began to take ahold once more and gripped him by the throat. Priss still running saw him looking at the oncoming truck. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was going to do. At the truck rail down to the intersection Jacob ran out into the open road stopping before the truck. Closing his eyes he waited. Goodbye nightmare. He thought when suddenly he was grabbed by his midsection and thrusted off his feet and propelled 6 feet onto the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. The truck barrelled by unimpeded. Jacob was saved.

"I haven't felt like that in years" He said flatly as he lay on his side refusing to get up.

Opening his eyes he saw Priss's boots and looked up at her to see both concern and anger on her face.

"Are you stupid or suicidal?!" She almost shouted at him.

"Depends on the day really. Next time don't save my life, I'm already a mess" He replied sitting upwards.

"I can tell. How'd ya know we had to find a little girl?" She said getting right to the point.

Jacob looked at her with a smug grin.

"I'm what I said I am. Sylia will ultimately decide to believe me or not but I can guarantee you I'm the very least of your problems" He told her slowly pulling himself to his feet.

"Says the one who ran in front of a truck" Priss retorted folding or arms across the chest.

Jacob shrugged.

"I've had a bad couple of days. It's not every day you get tranquilized and attempted to be disposed of" He replied melancholy-like.

Priss couldn't help but agree there. She knew to keep him close...Sylia wouldn't like it if she left him to his own vices And would probably try to kill himself again but probably not before spilling information about them which she still didn't believe fully.

"Come on, i've got to keep an eye on you and also look out for a little girl. Just my lucky day" Priss exhaustedly sighed.

"Your gonna want your gun. This will be nasty and we'll also cover more ground if we use your bike" Jacob advised and Priss agreed.

"Now you're making sense. Keep talking like that and will get along just fine"

End of chapter