"Yah Mckinley!" Ian chanted as his father laughed.

"No, Ian....We're Mckinley...you mean Mickey.."

"Yeah!"

"Ian, your so sweet." Erin said quietly and both son and father replied, "thank you."

""Ugh." they walked along Main Street for awhile as Ian hugged as many toy story stars as possible and finally they came to the Haunted Mansion ride. This was Ian. Sr's idea.

"Alright, c'mon you guys. I haven't been on one of these rides in awhile...lets make some ghoulish heads turn son." he said excitedly, rubbing his hands together as they got in the coffin like, box. Erin held Ian's and immediately, she remembered the roller coaster accident. She gasped and pulled her hand away breathing deep.

"You OK?" Ian asked concerned.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine..juts....i was just remembering that night...graduation night."

"Pip, its OK...your with me....Ian's excited for the ride OK? Just relax, your safe now." she nodded.

"Yeah, yeah I know." Ian smiled and turned to his son.

"You ready kiddo?"

"Yeah, Dad." Ian laughed ans put his hand on his sons lap smiling.

"This is your first amusement park ride....your Mom and I loved these when we were kids."

"Yeah, we did." Erin added quietly, grasping Ian's hand tighter. He turned to her and whispered in her ear.

"Pip, my Dad used to take me on these all the time....you were the one that had to make me get on rides before, because I was always scared he was there...but now..i love them..just tell yourself its not that, Babe...and it won't be."

"OK, Ian...alright..i love you."

"I love you too." he smiled as the ride started.

"Yeah!" Ian yelled as he craned his short neck to look around at the floating musical instruments and heads. When a ghost was in their cart, it was sitting right near Ian and he screamed, grabbing his Dad tight.

"Ian..shh..it was just a visual affect, its nothing." Ian nodded.

When the ride was over the walked around the shops for awhile. Ian bought a lot of stuffed animals and candy, whereas his father bought a lot of shirts and Erin managed their money for them.

"Alright guys, that's enough in this shop." Ian and Ian walked out with their bags and looked around for the next thing they wanted to do. Though, when they turned around, the person they saw was someone that had hoped not to see for a very long time.

"Dad.." Ian said, trying to keep his voice calm so as not to worry his son.

"Ian...Erin....this must be your little boy?" he asked, bending down to Ian.

"Hi." Ian said quietly,as he grabbed his father's leg.

"Well, your getting very big."

"Yes sir...I'm 60 pounds now." Ian chuckled as did John and he stood up straight.

"Ian...i don't wanna cause a scene like before...i just want to be in you, and my grandchild's life. You got a nice wife here, nice kid..and I'd like to be a part of the family."

"Never." Ian said quietly, so Ian didn't hear the conversation.

"Well, then...your gonna have a lot to get back...your going to start losing a lot son...and when you come to get it back, you best pray its still there."

"What would you steal from me? I have lousy rep because of you, we're not overly fancy."

"what would I steal from you?" he laughed and pointed to Ian.

"Is your little boy a good enough answer for ya?" Ian threw his fist again his father's jaw, getting him to the ground so he was on top of him, as he held his arm up for another punch, he looked deep in his father's eyes.

"I don't know what you came here for...why you came back...but I think I've turned out to be a pretty good man...a good husband, and a good father.....and never will you touch my family....you deserve to be in my life I can't have you in my life. You hurt me bad Dad....not just with your words, my son isn't going to grow up in an abusive home, and he's not going to get thrown against the wall for doing wrong things." john looked at him, for the first time genuinely.

"Ian..i didn't do that.." Ian laughed.

"Yeah, yeah right."

"No! Ian...I'm your step father."