Jesse spent most of the day getting ready for that night. He had returned to the cabin, he cleaned Peacekeeper and made sure that he packed an ample amount of ammunition. He changed clothes into what he considered his work clothes, complete with his sereape and hat. When he was sure that he was ready and everything was in place, he head back to the hotel to check on Santana. The older man was having a rough day on his memory and hardly remembered Jesse being there the night before, or that Rosa was in town. Jesse was used to Santana occasionally forgetting who he was—so it didn't hurt much, but when he had no memory of Rosa being in town, his heart broke.

"Who?" The older man snapped as Jesse made him a plate of leftovers from the small fridge in the corner of his room.

"Rosa, Santana—the girl who got away from me as a youngin'?" Jesse asked, watching as the milky eyes unfocused for the tenth time since Jesse had come in. "She's in town. She's been by to see you. I'm goin' to check on her. But I migh'….I migh' not make it back."

When the milky eyes found Jesse again, he blinked and a scowl that seemed so unusual for Santana wrinkled his old, leather face.

"Who the hell are you? We ain't got no vacancy! Get outta here!"

Jesse felt a flare of anger rise in his chest.

"Damn it, you old bastard its me! Jesse!" Jesse beat his hand over his heart. "I'm going to work, I might not come back—the least you could do is remember me!" He choked on some tears and turned away from Santana, putting a fist to his lips and swallowing hard. "Or at least remember her. She's the one worth remembering." He shook his head and adjusted his hat before pointing to the phone, "If you need anything—press 2, and then call. That's Zelda, your new caretaker. Can you remember that?"

"Yeah," Santana grumbled, laying back in his head, still hateful and scowling. "Yeah. Now go on and get out. Don't make me get outta bed on you."

"Yeah, yeah," Jesse growled and stopped himself from slamming the door as he left. He knew it wasn't Santana's fault he couldn't remember him or Rosa. He would probably remember by the time the sun went down, only to forget while he was asleep again. He lingered by the door and cast a long, anxious look out to the tree. It really looked like it was dying, now more than ever and Jesse didn't like the feeling it was giving him when he looked at it. Shaking off the nerves and the last of his anger, Jesse went to the theater where the flier advertised it would take place. As he walked up, he saw the long line of people and was surprised to see Poe and Tosh outside, handing out programs and bottles of water to those who were waiting.

"McCree!" Tosh greeted Jesse warmly, but his smile faltered when he saw the distressed look on Jesse's face. "Whats up?"

"Where's Sarah?" Jesse asked as he scanned the crowd, taking as much time as he could to study each face in the line and passing on the street as Jesse could so he could dismiss them all as Reaper, Sombra or any other member of Talon that could be hiding among the crowd.

"Inside." Poe said flatly as he walked up, "What's wrong?" Jesse reached into his pocket and pulled out an old newspaper clipping with a photo of Reaper and showed it to the boys. Tosh's eyes widened, and Poe tilted his head slightly off center before looking up at the older man. "Friend of yours?"

"Hell no," Jesse growled, "I need ta know if either of ya'll see this fella?" He watched as Tosh's brows knit together but slowly he shook his head, and Poe did the same in a much slower movement. "What about a girl with purple tints to her hair? One side shaved?" Jesse asked, indicating which side of the head was shaved with a hand. "Wears a weird, coat dress thing-a-mah-jig?" Again the boys shook their head and idly handed out bottles of water and programs to people as the line moved further in. "What about a blue-skinned woman?"

"Is there a cosplay convention in town?" Poe asked with a slow smirk as Jesse sighed with a bit of fierce heat and put the picture back in his pocket. Tosh could sense the anger in Jesse rising, so he sent Poe ahead to go further down the line and hand out both their stacks of papers and sacks of water while he showed Jesse to a backstage entrance so he could get inside quickly.

"McCree whats going on?" Tosh asked as he held open a large metal door and Jesse stepped through, hand slowly coming to a rest on Peacekeepers grip.

"Hopefully nothing Tosh. Maybe I'm just a paranoid old man…" He clicked his tongue as the younger man closed the door behind him and locked it securely. "I'll feel a hella lot better once I talk to Sarah."

"She's with Clover, at the last minute—Clo decided to do the ending act first—so some stuff had to be changed around. She's backstage helping her get dressed." Tosh waved for Jesse to follow as he navigated through the dark, stepping over props and dollys piled with bags of objects and paint cans until they heard voices. Tosh pulled back a curtain to nearly run into Clover who was heading toward the stage. "Clo—you're a freak of nature." Tosh laughed as his adopted sibling rolled her eyes and stepped back so the men could enter the small, makeshift room where Sarah had her back to everyone, putting away some small objects into a box. "You look just like Mama Sarah in those pictures Mom has."

"That's the point." Clover smiled blissfully and cupped her face in her hands. "I want to look just like Aunt Sarah, so I can reenact her last moment with her long-lost love. Maybe he'll be watching and come confess he's still in love with her."

"You've read too many romance books!" Sarah laughed as she closed the lid to the box and turned to lean against the chair it was sitting on. "I have no doubt that there is no chance of that happening," She sighed heavily and shook her head, "They found a body of a boy that's been lost for about the last twenty years or so, said he died as a teenager…I would say Thief has finally been found."

"But they haven't done a report on who the guy was yet right? They're still doing the autopsy to find out his identity?" Tosh offered, trying to pull Sarah from the funk she was slipping into easily.

"I suppose there is a slim chance it is not him," She said, very unconvinced or moved by the idea. "So don't get your hopes dashed when he doesn't show up okay? Just go out there, belt your heart out and leave no eye dry." Her green eyes found Jesse, and he would have bet anyone that he saw her take in a breath and hold it. "Jesse! Glad you came after all. Hope the boys didn't give you too much grief."

"Sarah, I need to ask you something," Jesse jerked his head toward the curtain, but Clover clapped her hands and pushed Tosh toward the exit as she winked at Jesse.

"No need in saying anything else, Sir!" She shoved Tosh on the other side of the curtain, "We know a private moment when we see it." Clover stepped through but winked at Sarah before continuing to shove Tosh further away from the room, from the sound of his complaints.

"What's up?" Sarah asked with a smile as Jesse closed the distance in a few strides, pulling out the photo of Reaper and showing it to her. "That's the terrorist, right? They call him 'Reaper'?" She nodded and tapped the photo, "I've seen his picture around."

"What about in person?" He watched her shake her head, "What about a girl named Sombra?" He gave a description of Sombra and Widowmaker, but still Sarah shook her head.

"Just on TV where they are with Talon and wanted criminals?" She told him as he put away the photo of Reaper, "Why the interest in the—" Her eyes widened, and she grabbed Jesse's arm in concern, "You're not thinking about going after them for a bounty are you?" Jesse could feel the tense muscles in her hand, and it made him want to smile, but the nagging feeling that was eating at him refused to let his mouth move other than to answer her.

"No, but I got word Reaper might be around here. Been havin' these awful feelin's and I'd hate to get you mixed up in my business again." Jesse realized his mistake and started to correct himself when she laughed.

"Oh please Jesse, I know Santana too—there was no mixing of businesses. Just a very nice coincidence." She reached up and pat his cheek and Jesse had to stop himself from nuzzling her hand and sighing with relief that she hadn't caught him. "You should go get a good seat," She pointed to the curtain as the sound system kicked on and people cheered. "She is so excited to have you here," Sarah moved to the curtain and smiled at Jesse over her shoulder. "And I am not going to lie, I'm happy you came too. You almost made it sound like we'd never see each other again…I'm glad that wasn't the case." She lingered, holding the curtain out before her gaze dropped to the floor. Just before she moved through it and let it swing back into place, Jesse caught sight of a shy smile he hadn't seen in twenty years, accompanied by the faintest shade of pink in her cheeks.

Jesse followed her out a few steps behind, the nagging feeling making him strain his ears and look over his shoulder every few steps to make sure they weren't being followed. Sarah directed Jesse out onto the floor where a crowd of people stood almost pressed against the stage as Clover walked across it slowly. There was a mic in the center of the stage when she spoke into it, several people yelled and clapped, surprising Jesse as he leaned against a post that separated the entryway from the center room. Clover smiled and didn't seem to be bothered by the bright lights that shone down on her as the crowd died down to a soft rumble.

"A few years ago, someone very special to me told me her incredible story. A story of love, and loss. Of a story left unfinished due to circumstances beyond her control. But the way," Clover sighed heavily and put a hand to her neck, Jesse could see the rose choker on her neck, and he felt his own throat get a little tight. "She told it to me…I could tell." She nodded, "She still loved this person. When my aunt was young, she came here for a vacation. She met, and fell in love with a boy who was working at the hotel on the outskirts of town…during her stay, they danced…they walked…they talked…" As she spoke, Clover took the mic from the stand and started idly walking around the stage, looking out into the crowd.

Jesse could see some couples cuddle up closer to one another, hugging or exchanging kisses as she kept talking. "And they fell, deeper and deeper in love. What makes their story so unique…is that…They never exchanged names!" She laughed, and a few people in the crowd yelled 'what!' or 'bullshit!' in response but Clover shook her head. "No! Really they never did! To this day!" She pointed to the stage, her voice wavering with emotion. "To this….day….my aunt still doesn't know the boy's name…" she pouted up, and Jesse felt that familiar wave of guilt wash over him as his eyes pulled away from Clover and sought out Sarah. "This song is very old….from a time long since past….but I feel it fits my aunt's story so much….almost like it was meant for her….and her thief…."

The lights dimmed a bit, making the stage and Clover take on a softer look as an instrumental soundtrack picked up, slowly a curtain was pulled back to reveal Poe playing the violin, Jubie plucking away at a guitar as Tosh played on a different guitar. After a few moments, Clover put the mic up to her mouth and began to sing sadly.

/I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house/

She shook her head gently, looking out longingly at the crowd as she moved further back onto the stage to stand in the center of her siblings that were playing instruments.

/That don't bother me / I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out/

She turned and started walking around as Jubie and Maple sang along with her into headsets for backup vocals. Jesse smiled softly, it was an old song, but it was one he had heard before, but he couldn't remember where or when, and he agreed—it did fit. Both in the past and in the present.

/I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while/ Even though goin' on with you gone still upsets me/ There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay/ But that's not what gets me/

Jesse pushed away from the post and got a little closer to the crowd as Clover kept singing, the crowd gently swaying with the mood of the music. Jesse watched as Clover's face looked pained as she followed the lyrics of the song entirely, after a moment Jesse found himself tapping one foot slowly with the beat as his eyes traveled around the heads of the crowd.

/What hurts the most was being so close/ And havin' so much to say/ And watchin' you walk away

Jesse found Sarah talking to someone on the other side of the room, a tall man with a shaved head, dressed in a black suit. Jesse squinted and tried to make out who it was, or what the nature of the conversation could be. Sarah seemed relaxed enough, smiling up at the man as she shook her head, then waved a finger at him as she spoke. Whatever Sarah said it must have been witty because he could see the man's shoulders shake with a chuckle. Clover's song pulled his attention for just a moment as she continued.

/And never knowin' what could've been/ And not seein' that lovin' you/ Is what I was trying to do/

Poe's violin picked up and filled the room with a regretful whine as Clover turned and picked up a glass of water to drink. Jesse looked back over to Sarah who was saying goodbye to the man and walked around him, heading Jesse's way.

/It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you everywhere I go/ But I'm doing it/ It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends, and I'm alone/

The rest of the kids joined in with Clover as Sarah dodged dancers, her eyes slowly lowering further and further until she was looking at her feet, avoiding looking at the stage. Jesse felt like she was trying to ignore the music as well. Jesse glanced at the scene and realized why she didn't want to look. On stage there was a tall, lanky boy with a cowboy hat tipped down to hide his face except for his thin facial hair. He walked up close to Clover who reached up and cupped his cheek and sang to him.

/Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret / But I know if I could do it over/ I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart/

Clover put her hand over her heart, and her face read heartbroken as she turned away to face the opposite direction, the boy standing just behind her.

/That I left unspoken/

The boy put his hands on her shoulders as she kept singing. Sarah had reached Jesse now and gave him a sad smile. She glanced up at the stage and then turned her back. She jerked her head to the stage and gave him a questioning smile—wordlessly asking if he liked it. But Jesse was to hurt and torn to give an answer, eyes glued to the stage.

/What hurts the most was being so close /And havin' so much to say/ And watchin' you walk away/ And never knowin' what could've been/ And not seein' that lovin' you/ Is what I was trying to do, oh

Tosh played a short solo on the electric guitar he had picked up earlier in the song, and Clover bellowed out a soul-filled, heartbroken 'yeah' as the boy wrapped her up in a hug from behind and swayed gently with her to the sound of the music. That's when it came back to Jesse, the music he had heard the day they parted, had been a cover of this song, sung by a group of older men with raspy voices.

/What hurts the most was being so close /

The boy reached over to a stool and produced the blue, faded cowboy hat that Sarah had fetched from her trunk, and placed it on Clover's head, pushing it down, so it covered her eyes as she kept singing.

/And havin' so much to say/ And watchin' you walk away/

The boy turned and jumped off the stage, dodging into the crowd as Clover pushed the hat back away from her face and scanned the crowd eagerly, crying out into the mic as if trying to call the boy back.

/And never knowin' what could've been/ And not seein' that lovin' you/ Is what I was trying to do…That's what I was trying, to do/

She left her hand with the mic drop to her side as the lights went dark for just a moment to signal the end of the song. When the lights came back on they were bright again, and Jesse felt blinded, looking down at Sarah who was looking back down at her feet. The crowd erupted into a loud roar of praise and cheer just as Jesse opened his mouth to speak. Sarah shook her head and laughed, but the sound was lost over the roar of Clover's name being chanted and the chorus of the song being sung again. She took Jesse's regular hand in hers and lead him out the doors of the theater and into the street where the noise was little more than a slight rumble.

Just as she started to let go of his hand and walk away, Jesse tightened his grip on her.

"I'm so sorry." Jesse confessed, "Rosa."

"Jesse," Sarah looked a little uncomfortable. "Look, he was the only one to ever call me that okay? I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't…might be a bit silly but….please?"

"But Ros—"

"Jesse, I just…asked you not to call me that." She was getting agitated quickly, and Jesse realized it must have been because of the song and act that had been put on. In her mind, the boy she loved was dead, and Jesse was mocking his memory. Jesse took in a deep breath through his nose and let her go gently.

"I know…what he told you that day he disappeared."

This made her laugh, and it shocked Jesse into staring at her with his mouth slightly open. She ran her hands through her brown hair and shook her head before looking up at the sky and closing her eyes. After another short laugh, she crossed her arms over her chest and turned to look at him hatefully.

"Oh you do, do you?" She scoffed and shook her head, putting her weight on her left heel, so her hips slanted. "Funny, because he said it as he was going out the door of an empty shop…and, not a soul could tell me what the last thing Thief said was…like he hadn't even been there. And everyone he had been traveling with…disappeared the same day." She narrowed her eyes at him. "And you're supposed to know? A random stranger I just happened to bump into at a bar one night?"

She took a few steps closer to him, "The shopkeeper heard gunshots and did what he always did—hid in the cellar and waited for it to be over with. Thinking it was another turf war between the local gangs…imagine his surprise to see a girl crying in his shop and refusing to leave because a cowboy hadn't come back to tell her it was safe…" Jesse closed his eyes, and for a moment he could see her, sobbing quietly to herself with the hat covering her eyes, standing in the shop.

"He let me stay until closing, and for three….days…." She stressed her last words as she stepped even closer, threateningly to Jesse as he backed away, half expecting to be struck violently. "I stood outside that shop, waiting for those words…" She snarled at him, "I was told I couldn't stand there anymore because I was hurting business…another three days in front of the fountain and I was told I was barred from downtown for the rest of my stay…I searched….All….OVER." Her hands came down to her sides and clenched into tight fists. "For him…WAITING….to hear those words…." Jesse gulped, but stopped retreating, trying to plead with her, but she kept snapping at him. "And twenty years later…a STRANGER…knows what phrase I've been waiting to hear…FOR TWENTY YEARS?"

Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him but clapping a hand over his mouth and pressing it hard to silence him.

"I thought I liked you, Jesse." Her voice was no longer shaking with rage, it was quiet with resolve and hurt. "But, I can't…I can't let you mock me like this…" She backed up and moved her hand from his mouth before turning her back. "Go away, Jesse. I'll tell Clover something come up but…I don't wanna see you anymore."

"Sarah wait—please, darlin' you gotta let me have my say!" Jesse followed her as she went back into the theater, but she slammed the door in his face, then he heard the turn of a deadbolt. "Please! Rosa!" Jesse pulled on the handle, but it stuck fast.

"Go away, McCree." Her voice was muffled through the door. "We're done here, cowboy."