The ride over was a real bitch. Even though I slept through it all. I'm so screwed up, sleeping hurts. What does that tell you? So, there I was in San-Francisco. But I had no clue where to go next. So, I did the next best thing. I went to the nearest military sign-up post. See if they could help me out. Us soldiers gotta stick together, ya know?

"I assume you're here to sign up?" the man at the front desk asked me.

"No. I already did. I'm a casualty. Wanna see the scars?" I replied.

"No thank you… how can we help you?"

"I need information, if you got any. I need to know who to talk to if I wanna find out where a specific family lives."

"The mayor. That's obvious, isn't it?"

"I'm a veteran Damnit! Don't back-sass me!"

On that note, I stormed out. I wasn't about to get lip from someone who hasn't even experienced combat… bastard… after that, I wandered for a while. Then, I found a map of the place. San-Francisco is a big place… so; it took me around half an hour to find the City-Hall… fancy looking place. Let me tell you, a shot-up soldier boy like me did not belong in there. But I was there anyway.

I walked in, and right up to the front desk.

"How may I help you?" the lady behind the desk asked.

"I need to see the mayor." I replied.

"I'm sorry, but he's busy. Please come back later."

"Ah come on, help a vet out. I got shot in Vietnam, and I just want to go home. But I don't know where home is!"

"Well… I guess you could go in."

"Thanks."

I walked into the mayor's office. The mayor was staring out the window in his office. I knocked on his desk, and he turned around quickly.

"Uh, hello. How can I help you?" the mayor asked.

"I need to know where the Lamb family lives." I replied.

"I can't just hand out our citizen's locations. It doesn't work like that. Now, is there anything else you need?"

"I need to find the Lamb residence Damnit!"

"I must ask you to leave sir."

"Fine. Throw out a veteran. You sir, disgust me."

I stormed out of the office. Even if they didn't want to help me, I'd still find them. I'm determined, and persistent. And slightly pissed off. Or I was, at least. Well, I just wandered around for a bit longer. By a bit longer, I mean a day or two. Yeah, I just walked around for a full day. I've went for around three days on two hours of sleep, so I was fine. But I was pissed.

Well, my luck was about to change. I was walking through a park when it happened. I turned my head to the ground for a minute, and I just stared at my boots while I walked. Whilst walking, I bumped into someone who was reading a newspaper. We were both knocked on our asses. The man dropped the newspaper to yell at me.

"Watch where you're going idiot!" he snapped.

"Well screw you too buddy!" I replied as I stood up.

Imagine my surprise when I turned to see Willis on the ground in front of me.

"Willis, you glorious bastard!" I called out as I pulled him to his feet.

"Marcus. Who'd a thought you were the idiot I bumped into?"

"Excuse me?"

"Uh… nothing. So, what are you up to?"

Willis and I walked around for bit while I explained my predicament. About the mayor, and the plane, and all of that. It took about an hour for me to explain everything that happened over the course of the past few days.

After that, Willis invited me to stay at his apartment for a few days. But I was still trying to figure out why the hell he has so many places to stay. It's like he's on the run or something. But I'd never turn down a warm bed.

I spent one night at Willis' place, and then went back to searching for the Lambs. I started asking people around, and it took my five hours to get a reply from someone. They told me that they knew a guy by the name of Johnny Topside, who was always talking about someone named Lamb. I asked him where, and he said out on the outskirts. I took off running.

It took me an hour to make it to the address the man gave me. But I was there. I knocked on the door, and waited for a moment. The door opened, and I was surprised by what, or who I saw.