I wake up to the ringing of the hotel phone. "Whatta change..." I flip over and grab the phone. "Hello?"

"Sweetie?"

I smile at Rachel's voice. "Isnt it a bit too early to be checkin in Rach?" I chuckle, feeling like I was working at Red Crown again. "Ha ha. Ed said he needed to talk to you-"

"Yet he's never the one that calls." I smile sitting up. "Right? He told me to tell you that the police found a kid talking about a tall, suited blonde going into a warehouse near the pier, where your buddy Louie said he was." I told Rach about what happened here, even after we broke up. My eyes widen. "B...Bradley?" my heart pounds in my ears. "Ed said you'll need to come by and question the kid yourself."

"Tell Ed I'll be home in two days." I tell her, getting dressed. "okay hon. Be careful and check in later okay?"

"you got it Rach. Bye."

"Bye."

I hang up the phone and freeze. 'What would Bradley be doing there?' I distractingly pull open the door but stop. 'There's someone in the hall.' I peek my head out to see Jeff and...Grace? Jeff looks pissed. 'What is that punk doing?!'

"...I told you this!"

"Yeah well, what could I do?*mumble mumble*...so I figure why not? Unless..." I see a smirk form on Grace's face. "Unless you-"

"Yes okay?! I..." Jeff looks away and whispers. "I do..." I try to figure out what their talking about but then something else catchs my eye. 'They look...relateable.' Grace is a bit of a darker blonde, taller then the kid...

"...Are you?" Jeff growls at her, making me snap from my thoughts. Grace sighs. "Alright Jeff. I'll back off." I look over Grace's stance and everything. 'Its like...she totally different.' Grace closes her room door and Jeff stands there. "Great..." i hear him huff and decied to confront him. "Yo kid!" I walk out my room and close the door.

"Mornin' old man. We're servin' breakfast." He walks over to me and smiles. "Thanks. What, uh, what were you and Grace talkin' bout?" he shrugs. "Nothin. She needed some laundry done and I told her this was a DIY, thats 'do it yourself' case you didnt know, place and I told her where it is." I could tell he was lying but I had no proof. "Really?" I give him my hard, break-down-a-criminal look. He gulps loudly and turns away. "I..I-I told ya! Get off my back will you?! Jeez!" he shakes his head and stomps away downstairs. I watch him and then debate wheather to talk to Grace or see if anyone else knows anything. I choose the later and decied to go down and get some breakfast.

" ?" I get to the resturant door and someone calls to me. I turn to see Kevin, standing in the lobby arch way. "Hey Kevin. Long time no see." I go over to him and shake his hand. "Two years, am I right?" he seems...heathier, and happier. "Yeah...So what've you been up to Kevin?" I ask, honestly curious. "Well, I'm actually here to pick up Melissa and Grace, my ex." he rubs the back of his neck. "I'm pretty sure you know what my next question is." the old Kevin would've brushed me off, telling me 'I'd like to keep my privite life, privite' or something like that but this Kevin, he actually chuckles and tells me.

"Yeah, why am I pickin up my ex right? Well me and Grace promised Melissa we'd all go out together, us three. So, I'm here to pick 'em up." he smiles at me and though it's little...unsettling, it's always comfortin' to see others from two years back lookin better. "That's nice Kevin. It's good to see you doin...good." we share a laugh when...

"Daddy!" Melissa comes runnin downstairs and practically tackles her father. "Hey sweetie! Ready to go?" I smile at the father and daughter smiling and laughing.

"Nice isnt it?" I jump a little at Grace's voice next to me. "Jeez Grace...Tryin to give me a heart attack?" She laughs and I smile bigger at her. "Not just yet." I look back to Kevin and Melissa. "It is nice though...to see a father and daughter gettin along so well, almost like..." I trail off. 'Almost like two years ago never happened.'

She hums in agreement. "You've noticed Kevin's glow right?" I nod, turning to her. "Since I came back home to see Melissa, she's been happier. Less pouty and, according to Kevin, less braty." I hold back the urge to say a long, sarcastic 'oh yeah.'. "And for any parent, if your childern are happy and your wife is happy then your happy."

"Only the wife huh?" I smile. "Wives control everything. Shopping, cleaning, cooking, sex, the woman, in very few cases, simply wants her husband to love her, thats something you cant take away. So with that one aspect of giving the husband gives, the woman has so much more to give therfore so much more to take. Of course if there's no love and/or the woman is using the man for sex, or money, the male would then have, to the very least, minor control." I blink. "Well excuse me Professer Fumble, but since when did women get all the fun?" she smirks at me and her eye glint suggestivly. "Since we found out how to use our bodies." I gulp queitly as her pink tounge swipes over her lips.

"Hey Grace." Kevin walks over to us, snapping me out of the thoughts of Grace's lips. "Hey Kevin." they hug and start to talk and laugh like friends. Then Melissa jumps in and they look like a nice family. I smile big. 'A nice family...The kid deserves it.'

"Well I'm headin to breakfast. I'll see you all later okay?" I wave turning to go into the resturtant. "Bye Mr. Hyde."

"See ya Mr. Hyde!"

"Bye Kyle." I didnt have to turn around to know Grace's eyes were on me. I let out a soft huff as I close the resturant door behind me. 'Jeez! She's gunna kill me.' I smile and head to breakfast. "Hey Hyde!" Louie walks over to my table, oddly happy. 'The hell is with everyone today?'

"What's up Louie?" I ask slowly. "Oh well, ya see, Jeff and me made a bet and he lost, so you'll be the first one to see the loser." Louie gives a smirk and I feel bad for the punk. "Oh really? Well come on out kid!" I call to Jeff, knowing he's there. "No! Screw you Kyle and fuck you Louie! I aint comin out!"

"Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin?" I laugh and so does Louie. "Ya gotta Jeff! Or else I'll just hafta make ya sing in it." I little squeaky 'no!' comes from the kitchen and my curiousity is peaked. 'The kids wearing somethin huh?'

The kitchen door opens and the kid walks out...my god! I'm pretty sure my jaw fell to the floor.. Jeff walks over to my table in a small, black and white maids outfit, with the hat on his head and everything. "oh...my god..." I wet my lips, because suddenly, for 'unknown' reasons their dry. He stands there, in front of my table, his big blue eyes narrowed with a bright red tainting his cheeks, his spikey end, dirty blond hair falling to his shoulders, the way the dree fit 'im-Oh man, oh man and the shortness! The kid's peach smooth legs showed all the way to his thighs where his hands curled together and held down the skirt, trying not to show anymore skin. I gulp again, still staring at Jeff. "you...kid I..." I cant form any words. My heart's racing and my mind cant seem to stop with the flicking of 'situations'. Jeff turns redder(if possible) and turns his head away. 'D...Damn the kid is cute.'

"Good right? I think he's better as a girl." Louie laughs and pats me on the back. "yeah..." I say softly, not being able to take my eyes off of the punk. "No one asked either of you!" he yells. "Now, because it's my job, I have to take your order and since Louie's an asshole" he pauses to glare at Louie, whose proudly smirking beside me. "I have to take you order in this. Now whad ya want?" he hisses, pulling a small yellow pad from the skirt wasitband and a pencil from his hat, like on of the waitress in those old movies. "Three eggs sunnyside up, four buttermilk pancakes and eight strips of pork bacon." I say, still jaw slacked. "And a coffee, 1 suger and no milk right?" Jeff look up from the pad with a small smile and my heart skips. "Y..Yeah kid, thanks."

'Snap outta it Hyde!'

I shake my head as people start to come in. "Okay. Louie!" Jeff snaps and Louie stands straighter. "Get you ass in the kitchen." Jeff grills him and Louie scatters to the kitchen, giggling 'yes ma'am yes ma'am!'

All I can do is watch as Jeff bounces around the now full, resturant. 'What am I thinkin?! The punk is...the punk! He's Jeff!...' I put my head in my hands and sigh. But I quickly pick my head up and continue starin at Jeff. Jeff come back with my plate of food and coffee. "Thanks Jeff." I give him a big smile and smile even bigger when he blushes. He walks away, skirt swaying with his hips, mumbling 'perv'. I eat real slow, watching Jeff and finally head up to my room. "Dont miss diner officer!" Louie calls after me. I laugh as I walk upstairs, trying to get the image of the kid out my head.

Then, as I walk down the hall, I see a man, my height bit shorter, shaggy black hair, openin the room across from me, 216. I ignore 'im and go to unlock my door. "So your my neighbor huh?" I turn to the guy standing in front of the open door of 216. "Yeah, I'm-"

"Kyle Hyde, I know. I'm Richard Henry, nice to meet you." he sticks his hand out. I dont let the shock show and shake his hand. 'Richard Henry or Henry Richards. A vise- versa name for confusion. Who is this guy?'

"So how ya know me Richard?" he laughs and pockets his dark green rimmed glasses, showing his brown eyes. "Well your pretty well known." I nod an' shrug. "Not really. Just got a lota old friends here." I give him a friendly smile. "Oh yes, here too." his eyes give off a shine. 'Huh?' before I talk-

"Well sorry to cut this meeting short Mr. Hyde, but I just came in this morning and I've gotta unpack. I'll see you around Mr. Hyde."

"Kyle please." is my first reaction, instead of my question. "Will do. Good day Kyle." he smirks...or at least I think he did. Room 216 closes and I quickly enter my room. "The hell was that...? 'Here too'... Could he have heard about me somewhere else...from someone else?" My gut tightens. 'Oh man...' I lay on my bed and spot a yellow sticky note on my phone. I prop myself on my elbow and grab the note.

See you soon

I look at the note questionly. 'The handwriting seems familiar...' I get up and walk over to my suit case. I rummage through paper and finally get the picture I'm looking for. It's a picture of Bradley asleep on a bench in the park in winter. I smile sadly then flip the picture over.

I'll get you for that~ ;)

I push the case back and pull a chair up. I lay both of the writings on the table. "Oh shit...Bradley."