By the time Max and the robots reached the motel in Jamford, they all felt exhausted but more importantly they all felt very proud of what they achieved in T-Rax's very first tour. It had been a very long one, but it was very successful. Every T-Rax concert he did was sold out completely. There wasn't a single empty seat or a spare ticket to be bought or traded. And Max enjoyed working with everyone at the buildings in each city he did a concert at, whether they be the owners, the managers, backup dancers, the musicians or even the janitors. They were very nice people and they were all professionals at their jobs. And every motel he and the robots stayed at was very nice and all the staff were very nice and professional.

And T-Rax's fans were very warm and enthusiastic to see him, wherever he was. Everywhere he went, be it at a motel or the building one of his concerts was taking place or just in the streets, everyone would ask for a T-Rax autograph which he always signed or for a photo which he always posed with the fans.

While he was performing in Boston one night, he had two surprise guests who came into his dressing room during his break between the acts. One of them was his cousin Debbie who he hadn't seen for ages. She was doing very well with her life and her own interior design business was skyrocketing in Boston and beyond. The other one was Debbie's partner Susan who Max hadn't met before. She was as nice as Debbie and her job was a car tester. Max was proud of them and they were proud of him, especially Debbie who was glad to be the cousin of a huge rock star. Before they left, he gave them a free copy of his first album, which was even signed.

After he and his robot friends checked in at the Jamford motel, Max decided that he needed to a little time for himself to unwind so he could feel fresh and alert enough for the first Jamford concert tomorrow night. After the robots said that was okay – provided he was back no later than half ten, which was Botty's warning – because they needed to recharge themselves, he decided to go for a walk in Jamford Park. It was a small but beautiful park. Because it was night, the tall and bright lampposts helped Max to see that how shiny and green the grass was and how tall and striking the trees were.

After buying a coffee from the coffee stand, he sat down at the nearest bench to enjoy it. Then he remembered that stuff his dad gave to look at. He got them out of his coat pocket, opened the envelopes and read them. He was shocked that they were all letters from his ex-girlfriend Roxanne. The first one taught him that she had the operation and how she was doing well since. The second one was her new life at her new school and where she was living with her address and telephones numbers. The rest were cards for his birthday from 1997 to 1999, Christmas cards and even an invitation to her wedding to Hugo. One of the envelopes contained a personalised locket with tiny photos of Max and Roxanne together. Along with the note it came with, he learned that it was a present from her to thank him for all the generous deeds he did to help her recover and for being a great boyfriend and that no matter how she lived her life she will never forget him.

As Max put the bracelet around his neck, which fitted perfectly, he wondered why this stuff never came to him when she tried to send them to him when she did. Then his pondering was interrupted when he heard very loud noises that were not too far away from him. He saw that they were coming from people who were walking around the pond. They were men wearing causal clothes and women in dresses of all styles and colors. They were all laughing loudly as if they were drunk.

"Let me go!"

Max saw some of the men and women dragging a red-haired woman wearing a sleeveless and strapless black dress and black shoes. They pushed her into the pond and laughed while they were doing it. They also laughed as they threw a suitcase and handbag in, nearly hitting him.

"Now, you stay in there where you belong!" one of the ladies yelled.

"Yeah, in that dirty water and with those slimy lily pads and those dirty loose duck feathers!" a man yelled.

"Come on, guys," a man said. "Now we put this miserable creature where she belongs, let's get back to our five-star hotel, which we belong!"

Everyone cheered as they walked away.

Max wanted to give those mean people a piece of his mind, but when he saw the lady in the pond struggling to get out of the pond, he decided to help her. "Are you all right?" Max asked as he pulled her.

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate –" After the lady finished turning to face Max, both of them gasped.

"R – Rox – Roxanne? Is it really you?"

"M – Ma – Max? Is it really you?"

"Yeah, it's really me." Then Max showed him the locket around his neck, opened it up and showed her the photos of him and her together.

"It is you!" Roxanne hugged him and cried her eyes out, as he hugged her back. "I've missed you so much!"

"And I've missed you so much, Roxanne," Max said. "Why did they throw a lovely lady like you into the pond?"

"It's a long story," was all she said.

"Well, would a warm drink and meal make you feel better?"

Roxanne smiled, as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "It's so nice to see that you haven't changed too much, Max."

After Max helped Roxanne get her suitcase and handbag out of the pond, they headed to the park café.