"Bailey no it's fine really. All we did was go te de docks an we had a swimmin lesson. He didn't yell at me afta we left de restaurant. He apologized too." I smiled. "He said he didn't mean te yell an he was just worried we coulda gotten hoit er woise, killed."

"So dat was how ye solved it, apologize an swim tageda. Wow I thought real couples actually kiss an make up." Bailey laughed.

"Well if ye really must know I enjoyed our time swimmin. Besides yer lucky he didn't yell at ye. I don think Jack woulda liked it if ye were swimmin wid im." I giggled.

"Hey! Me an Cowboy are just fine thank ye. He trusts me just like I trust im. Besides Spot ain't me type, if I had a type. I think I like im betta as a friend."

"So ye two are friends, I thought ye had a problem wid his attitude."

"I do but it don mean we ain't friends. We talked an had a long discussion bout ye."

"Me? Whudd I do?"

"Oh nuttin in particular. C'mon it late. Let's get some rest."

"Hold on yer not gonna say nuttin bad?" Wondering why she was acting weird. "Alright if ye wanna. Nite."

"Whudd are ye doin?" I asked Bailey in the morning when I heard her walking around.

"Uuhh nuttin I just had te use de bathroom. Its really eili, go back te bed."

"I can tell its eili cuz its still dark out." I stated.

"SSHH!! Just go back te bed!" she ordered leaving the room.

I wondered for a moment why would she be up this late. Then I remembered Jack was still in Brooklyn. I figured they wanted to meet together by themselves and had to do it at night to be secret. Then I heard whispering outside the door. I knew that it was Jack and Bailey talking. I decided I'd better leave them alone. Moments later I had fallen back asleep.

The last few days we spent together were fun. I told Spot before we left for Manhattan that no matter what I would not lie to my father about anything like I planned.

"Ye promise! No matta whudd happends I don want ye te lie. He might desoive it but I want ye te be honest te im. Maybe you ain't gotta marry some rich guy." Spot smiled.

"Thanks, I appreciate you comin wid us."

"Don be. I'll do anythin fer ye, well almost." he laughed.

"Thanks I appricaite it." I laughed with him. "Where are we supposed te meet im?" I asked Bailey hoping she knew.

"I dunno, yer gonna have te ask Scott. He should know, he's de one takin us derre." she shrugged.

When we got the Lodging House Scott was waiting for us. He was talking with Race and Snips-shooter, When he saw us coming he got up and walked over,

"Have fun Jack?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Whudd er ye talkin bout?" I asked trying to sound like I didn't already figure it out.

"Well uuhh,.."

"I don think its got anythin te do wid youse so don worry bout it.." Scott said patting my head.

"Well it ain't like I ain't got a idea bout whudds goin on." I said grabbing his hand so he would stop.

"C'mon lets just go." Bailey moaned grabbing my arm and dragging me away. "Look, nuttin happened, we just wanned te talk. I swear, just don bring it back up alright?"

"Ok ok." I said stopping and waiting for Spot and to others to catch up.

Scott didn't say where we were going but to just follow him. We arrived at an apartment within minutes. It was weird to be meeting someone in an apartment. Scott didn't seem to mind the fact that we were meeting him in an apartment.

"He wrote te go te de counter an ask fer im." Scott said once we were in front of the apartment.

"Are ye surre ye wanna do dis?" I asked Scott and Bailey.

"Yea, c'mon don ye wanna know whudd he's like?" Bailey asked eager to meet him.

"Not really. We're talkin bout de guy dat left oua mudda."

"C'mon lets go. We're doin dis. Ye already agreed." Spot said pulling me into the apartment building.

"Whudds his name?" Bailey asked before walking up to the counter.

"Its Rabideau. Henry Rabideau." Scott answered.

"Excuse me but is Mr. Rabideau here?" I asked the man at the counter. "I'm his daughter, he asked me to meet him here."

"Yes. Uumm he's up a three flights, at room 300." The man answered.

"Thank you." I smiled and waited for everyone to follow.

"Well at last we're gonna meet him." Scott smiled as we reached the third floor.

We walked to room 300. Before knocking I grabbed Spot's hand for comfort. I knocked twice. A man opened the door. I realized he resembled Scott a lot.

"You would be Angel am I correct?" he asked looking at me.

"Yes sir I am." I answered.

"Good. He looked at Scott, Bailey, then Jack and lastly Spot. Would you mind telling me who these people are?" he asked giving them the dirtiest of looks. "Well why don't you come in first." he offered noticing I was holding Spot's hand.

We sat down at the couch; he looked at each one of us several times.

"I'm surprised ye don know yer own son." I snapped. "This is Scott, yer son."

"Sorry, I haven't seen him since he was four or so." he said uncomfortably.

"This is Jack and Bailey, they are close friends of ouas. And this is Spot. Me boyfriend." I stated. "Uumm I would like to know why ye left us. Well I wasn't even born when ye left but dat's aid de point." I said starring at him.