Thanks for the reviews! Now...I'm trying to set up this chapter based on my research of 1930's in New York...and so I had a writer's block. My best friend, Tolkienologist wrote this chapter for me. Please read her works! She is a definite LOTR fan! I wrote the first part and she wrote the rest...congratulate her please!

Jack's Point of View-Fear the Beer

"Movie?" I stuttered, "Ann, we can't...I can't..."

"It's alright. I have money left over from Carl. Come on Jack, let's see a movie by Cooper..." Ann smiled. Her pleading eyes sparkled with an "I-beg-you" hint and so I gave in.

We were strolling down to the theater when Ann brought up the money again. "I'll pay Jack. You've been too kind to me."

An uneasy feeling crept to my heart. Truthfully, I was running out of money but that was no way to let Ann pay.

Although I thought that way, I responded with a nod. "Okay..." I reluctantly answered.

She ran and gave me a hug. How long we stood there, I had no clue, but hugging her made me feel that all was right with the world. That there was truly some mystery still left in the world, but I had chosen love over it.

Ann released me and took my hand. Through the winding alleys of New York City, we finally made it to the theater. The gold lights shone upon the next-door stores' darkness. Even wary bypassers stole a glance at the magnificent theater.

Ann and I were seated comfortably in the back of the theater. She snuggled close to me and I stroked her hair absentmindedly as the room darkened. "Thank you, Jack," she whispered as the movie slowly started.

I leaned into and claimed her lips. She closed her eyes and leaned fully into me. We only broke apart when we heard the main character's voice. I took her hand in mine, it feeling soft and warm, and she smiled softly up at me. Returning the smile, we both tore our eyes away from each other and watched the screen.

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"That was pretty good!" I said enthusiastically.

Ann rolled her eyes and smiled at me. "Well, maybe if you like a large amount of scenes with nothing but people beating each other up!"

I had the grace to look ashamed. She laughed merrily and entwined her hand with mine. Almost immediately after that a young man came striding urgently past me. As he drew level with Ann and I, I asked, "Anything I can do?" but he just pushed roughly past me. As he walked on, I realized he had thrust something in my hand. Looking at it, I realized it was a bottle of thick glass. "Beer bottle," I said, shrugging. I walked leisurely to a trash can about fifteen feet from where I know stood. The bottle hit the bottom with a soft thump and a clink of glass hitting glass. "Really," I muttered, "Kids these days." Shaking my head, I heard a gasp. Turning to Ann, I saw that there were two officials glaring suspiciously at me.

"'Scuse me sir, but was that...?"

"A beer bottle? Yeah." Indifferently I shrugged and started to walk away, but the man held out a beefy arm.

"Hang on there. You do know that beer is banned, right?" The official looked down his bulbous nose at me.

Sensing a rising panic, I tried to keep my voice level. "Some kid thrust the bottle on me. I don't dri-"

"I'm sorry sir, but that's hardly to be believed. You're gonna hafta come with us." He took out a notebook and flipped a few pages.

I think I completely lost it then. "But sir! I don't drink!" I pleaded, my voice cracking slightly. "You don't understand!"

"Oh, I understand perfectly. I understand that you probably have to spend some time in prison to 'mull things over'!"

I turned to Ann, her face ashen gray. "Ann," I spoke softly. "Go on home. I'll sort this out and meet you later.

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Sometimes Jack truly can be an idiot. I love him, all the same, but he is an idiot. Did he honestly think I was going to sit back and watch him get carted off to jail?

I walked slowly through the door to the theater, then turned around and pressed the side of my face flush against it. It was hard to hear for all the surrounding noise.

"What's your name...?"

"-Jack Driscoll."

"What do you have... say for yourself?"

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" That part was clearly audible. Jack had lost his head completely and was shouting at the officials.

"I'm sorry sir, but..."

Two people outside the theater next to me were starting up a heated argument, drowning any chances of me hearing the rest of the conversation. Defeated, I began to get up, but one statement caught my ear: "Prison for 5 years, I think."

The door began to open, and, remembering I was supposed to be at home, I half ran behind a large group of people walking to the restraint across the street. I blended in perfectly.

I saw them walk with Jack out to a shiny black car, watched Jack get in the car, and saw them drive him away.