When he got home there was a girl taking boxes up the stairs. "Do you need any help?" he asked. "No I got it," she said, "Thank you for offering. Not many men on this planet offer to help." Terry looked a bit confused not because of her accent but that she said 'men on this planet'. The girl got to the top 3ed flight the stairs and set the boxes down. Terry looked at her. She had fair skin and black hair that had a reddish glow to it. She looked delicate so he was surprised that she could carry all those boxes. "Umm… Could you show me where this apartment is? Papa didn't show me he just gave me the number, he keeps on forgetting." she asked interrupting his train of thought. He walked to the top of the stairs and looked the peace of paper that she was holding. "That is the apartment next to mine," he said, "Come on I'll show you where it is."
"Let me get the door for you," said Terry "No I've got it," the girl responded. "You can barely see over the boxes how can you open the door?" she seemed to hastate for a moment and said "I guess you are right." He opened the door and saw that it was completely empty Terry remembered that no one had lived in that apartment in a few years. The girl walked to the far corner and set down the boxes. Terry was standing at the door, "Do you have more boxes?" he asked. The girl stood up and walked back to the door, "Thank you…?" she said extending her hand. Terry extended his and met her gloved hand, "Terry and you are welcome. Are you new to Gotham?" he asked studying her. She was wearing a black sleeveless top that went to her belt which was strange it was leather and a metal ring with no hook. She was wearing black skin tight shorts with black boots that came up a little above her knee. She was far from delicate as he first thought and she was in great shape. Her grip on his hand was strong and almost painful. "Kind of, me and papa have not lived here in a little over ten years." Her response made him look up from her boots that where of great fascination to him because they didn't seem earthly the leather that they where made out of was more like scales that hide. "So where had you been previously?" "We traveled the world and visited my mom's family," she said looking a bit sad, "Sorry but please excuse me but, I have to get the other boxes before papa comes with the rest of our stuff." "Can I help?" asked Terry, "Many hands make light work," "I guess since you live on this floor it wouldn't be too much trouble, OK I guess you can help," she said hesitantly.
Terry and the girl had all most finished with bringing up the boxes when some one's stomach growled. The girl blushed a deep red "I'm sorry I haven't eaten since we got back in America." "When was that?" asked terry feeling somewhat hungry him self. "Two days ago," she said blushing a deeper red. Terry looked at his watch, "My mom is probably cooking dinner right now would you like me to see if you can eat with us… Your name slips my mind at the moment what is it again?" "Sorry that is my fault I didn't tell you. My name is Jaci, and the dinner offer sounds great," said Jaci with a genuine smile on her face. Terry thought he saw her hover off the ground a bit but he paid no mind to it.
"Mom, Matt, I'm home," called Terry, Matt came running up to Terry, "HEY! Terry guess what, Superman is gonna come to Gotham tomorrow. He is gonna give speeches in the local schools and – Terry cut Matt off "and I all ready herd it Matt, where's mom?" Matt looked disappointed, "In the kitchen" "Thanks" said Terry heading to the kitchen. "Welcome home Terry. Why where you in so late? I heard you in the hall," said Mrs. McGinnis. "I was helping out our new neighbors by move some boxes." "That was nice of you. How many are there in the family?" "I know of at least two that are moving in. Would it be ok if one of them came for dinner?" "That would be nice. It's a good way to meet them."