"Mr. C.,are you sure Chuck will be in New York City?"
"Potsie,I'm not sure of anything anymore. All I know was that the night my son disappeared,everything changed. I never thought I would stop seeing the day he came inside dribbling a basketball with one hand and a brownie in the other."
"Mr. C., what else did Chuck do besides that?" Howard paused.
"You've got a point there,Potsie. Then again, you didn't see him as much as me. He was away at school most of the time you came to visit."
Howard turned to Marion and smiled.
"Remember Chuck's first day of high school?" She patted her husband on the back and leaned on his shoulder.
"He was so nervous. He didn't want me to make him lunch and he wanted to walk to take the bus instead of walking to school. He came home that day upset because someone stole his lunch."
"I thought he bought the school lunch. Who likes school lunch," Postie asked confused.
"He didn't bring his own. Some kid wanted to start a fight and Chuck didn't want any part of it. So,the kid threw Chuck's lunch on him."
"What did he do after that," Fonz replied as he stood up for a second.
"Nothing. Not until the next day. He dumped a carton of milk on the boy's head." Mr. C. grinned.
"In some ways,Fonzie,he reminded me of you." Fonts squinted his eyes.
"Me? Why me?"
"Because no matter what happened,he kept moving forward and tried to stay positive. He would treat everyone with respect no matter what kind of person they were."
Fonzie started to feel a little misty. He then turned and looked out the window. He could see the empire state building off in the distance and posters of the newest musicals displayed on every corner. He had never been to New York before. The city was bigger than he imagined,making him wonder if finding Chuck would be a lot harder than they thought. He turned to his friends as they exited the train. Looking around, the group noticed people holding up signs. Potsie noticed a figure in a trench coat lurking in the back of the crowd suspiciously,watching every move they made.
"This fella going to a Halloween party or something," Fonz joked. Howard shook his head and moved closer to the figure,the rest of the group tagged along.
"Excuse me,sir. May I help you?" The figure nodded its head and guided the group to the exit of the train station.
"We are here in regards to my son,Charles 'Chuck' Cunningham. Do you have any idea where we can find him or if you know any other information." The figure nodded its head slowly.
Howard rolled his eyes.
"For a start, can you speak English and do you have a name and face. It feels like I am talking to a ghost." The figure nodded his head once again. Fonts had enough of the game this character was playing. He moved closer to the coat and took off the hood which covered the face that was hiding. Just then,Mrs. C. fainted. Luckily, Mr. C. was just in time to catch her.