A/N: This chapter is dedicated to LizzyB22 for inspiring me to continue this fic after an unreasonably long hiatus.

Jonny got about four hours of sleep before he decided to take his morning jog. He ran past a homeless person, which is sadly a common sight in New York. Something about the man compelled Jonny to stop. The man had messy dark hair and stubble. He was wearing jeans, a grimy shirt, and an old Army jacket with a Purple Heart Medal pinned to the chest.

"God bless you," he said gratefully as Jonny handed him five dollars.

Jonny was just about to continue on his way when he noticed the photo the man was holding. It was of a baby girl lying in a hospital bassinette. The date on the photo was 1990, meaning the baby was the same age as A.J. by now.

"Is that your little girl?" Jonny asked.

The man nodded, then held his hand out to shake Jonny's. "My name's Lanceton Sommers."

Jonny introduced himself, then asked, "What's your little girl's name?"

"Angela, after my late wife, and her middle name is Jamie, after my brother who was killed in 'Nam," Lanceton said slowly, eye brimming with tears. "My ex-boss thought a widower Vietnam veteran had no business raising a child. He made anonymous tips that I was abusing Angela. I could never hurt her, but Social Services didn't want to believe that. They took Angela away from me."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Jonny, the pieces clicking in his mind.

He hastily bid Lanceton good-bye and headed back to the warehouse.

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A.J. and Random were still snuggled together on the couch when he arrived. Jonny set about the task of preparing his breakfast, making as much noise as humanly possible.

"Hey, dawg, stop it," Random whined. "I need my beauty sleep."

Jonny chuckled. "Then you better start hibernating."

"That's cold," said Random indignantly.

A faint moan got Jonny's attention. "Oh good, you're awake, A.J. I need to ask you something."

"Do you mind if I have coffee first?" she asked.

Once she'd had her coffee, Jonny asked, "Do you remember anything about your past? Anything at all?"

"I was taken from my real father when I was four," A.J. replied. "I used to see him so clear in my mind. Now everything's fuzzy."

"Do you remember being Angela Sommers?" Jonny questioned.

A.J. dropped her gaze and slowly shook her head, the curtain of sandy blond hair falling forward. Random just sat with an arm around her and a 'What the hell...' look on his face.