Nellie Gomez was on the site of Grace Cahill's house accompanied with Amy Cahill. It was a brisk October day, perfect for rummaging through the ruins of what was Grace's mansion.

"Are you sure Dan said he wasn't coming?" Nellie said loudly as she and Saladin were walking all the way to Amy. Dan almost never missed an opportunity to go scavenging around the ruins of Grace's mansion-he always found something to add to his collection.

"Yeah, Dan said he wanted to visit some places and check out some stuff at stores," Amy answered walking over to where Grace's foyer would've been. Back when the ruble were the walls of an elegant home and Grace was still alive, she and him would sometimes race up the hill and storm into the entry way and their grandmother would be waiting there with open arms.

"I thought the weekend would never come," she used to say.

"And you trust him?" Nellie asked incredulously pulling Amy out of her reminiscence.

"I only gave him 20 bucks."

"Oh, okay then. That makes sense." And the girls gave short-lived laughs, until they fell into a silence. They searched for a while longer through the ash, finding nothing but pieces of stone- Dan was the only one who really had a true talent for scavenging, really. The sun was starting to set. Nellie spoke. "I think it's time to go home."

Amy nodded, picked up Saladin, and both she and Nellie headed back to the car to go home.

Little did they know, every step was being watched.

When they got off the bus to their apartment building, Dan was already walking down the street. He was struggling to carry a moderately sized, but heavy, package.

"What are you carrying?" Amy asked while Nellie was opening the front door.

"An awesome statue!" then, in a softer voice, he added, "just like the one Grace had at her house. I thought this place couldn't be called home without it." Amy smiled at her brother; he always knew just what was needed.

As they were getting off the elevator onto the third floor, someone came up from the left corridor and bumped into Nellie, scattering papers everywhere.

"Sorry," Nellie said, picking up the papers he dropped.

"It's alright," he said gathering the papers himself. When they were both upright Nellie finally got a good look at him. Her cheeks turned bright red.

"Sorry, again," he said taking the papers Nellie held out.

"It's okay…uh," she replied looking for words to prolong the conversation with the cutely black haired, dark brown eyed stranger. "I'm Nellie. Nellie Gomez," she held out her hand, "I just moved here."

"Jack. Jack Fiore," he said shaking her hand. From behind her, Dan groaned, but Amy ignored him and continued to watch the amusing scene. Nellie flirting wasn't new-she was smitten with someone on a regular basis-but Amy still thought it made for nice entertainment. "So, you're the one that moved to apartment 3B?" he asked not taking his eyes off Nellie. She nodded. They briefly talked until his phone starting ringing. "Sorry, got to go. See you around?"

"Definitely," she answered as she watched him flash one last brilliant smile before the elevator doors closed. When he was gone, Amy burst out laughing.

"Oh, shut up," Nellie mumbled, blushing furiously.

In the elevator, Jack answered his call.

"Madam Karisa, their location has been confirmed."