After they arrived at the park, the three walked towards the lake.

'So does he just appear back in the water?' Jo asked. She was still quite shaken up.

'Yeah pretty much. He will probably be out now though, it took us a while to get here.' Just as he said that Jo heard a rustling in the bushes to a left and heard a muffled

'Jo! Over here!' Turning she saw Henry's eyes starting back at her from behind a bush.

'Abe. Hanson. Abe!' She called the others without turning around, her eyes locked on Henry's.

'Oh good, you found him. Here ya go Henry.' Abe passed him a towel and a bag of clothes. A few minutes later he emerged from the bushes fully dressed and drying his hair with the towel.

'Henry!' Jo leapt at him, wrapping her arms around him, sobbing again. Henry stood stiffly for a few minutes before gently folding his arms around her. 'I thought you were dead, Henry! I thought you were gone forever.'

'I told you I would be fine, Jo, and here I am.' Once she was sure that what she was seeing was, in fact, real, Jo allowed herself to be angry.

'Oh my god, Henry! Don't ever do that again! You scared me so much!' She pulled back from his arms and hit him on the chest.

'Yes, well, I had to show you somehow that what I said was true.' He chuckled. 'And believe me, I hate dying.' Abe coughed,

'Umm, guys? We should probably go back to the hotel. Henry can explain a bit more of his story then.'

'Ohh, yeah, sure. By the way, Henry, don't think you're getting off this easy. You scared me!'

'Let's not forget, Detective, that you were then one who got me arrested and told everyone I was crazy.' He had meant it as a joke but at his words he saw Jo's face fall.

'I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Henry, but what was I meant to do?'

'Hey, Jo, it's okay. At least I didn't get experimented on or anything this time.' Jo bit her lip, looking down at her feet as they walked along the street.

'Well done Pops, you're making her feel much better.' Abe muttered sarcastically. Henry, who was walking in front of Abe with Jo, didn't hear but Hanson, who was walking next to him, did.

'Wait, Pops?'

'Yeah.' Abe sighed.

'I guess that will be one of the first stories he tells.'

'Wait, POPS?' Hanson asked louder, 'Pops as in Dad?'

'Long story.' Abe kept walking, although Hanson had stopped.

'What do you mean, pops? No offense, Abe, but you're like 40 years older than Henry. There is no way he's your dad.' Abe turned around.

'You really what to question that now? Right after you've seen someone die and come back to life?' He started walking again. 'Come, on Hanson, we need to catch the others up. Hey! Guys! Wait up!' Henry and Jo turned, waiting for them. When they caught up, Abe started to speak to Henry, and Jo fell back next to Hanson.

'Jo, this is seriously weird. Abe says Henry is his father.'

'What? But Henry his like half his age?'

'Yeah, I know right. Like sure Henry can't die, but that doesn't mean he can have a kid who is double his age, it's just not possible.' By now they were back at the hotel, and they climbed the stairs to the floor where Henry and Abe's rooms were. Once they were seated in Henry's room, Jo and Henry on the bed and Hanson and Abe on arm chairs, Henry began telling his stories.

'I don't know where to begin.'

'I would say just tell your whole life story.' Abe said,

'But then we would be here for ages.'

'Thank you, Abraham.' Henry glared at him. He looked at Jo, and then his gaze moved to Hanson. 'I should tell you how Abe and I know each other. Our fathers weren't business partners like I told you, Jo. Abraham is my son. Adopted, but my son nonetheless.' Jo interrupted,

'Henry that's crazy. I know we just saw you come back to life, and everything, but how can you adopt someone twice your age? By the time you were born Abe would've already been an adult.' Henry chuckled.

'Yes, I guess it would seem a bit… weird. But he is my son. I adopted him with Abigail.' His eyes grew sad. 'She had found him as a baby in a camp at the end of the 2nd world war, and we fell in love with him and each other.' Hanson frowned.

'Henry you were born in like 1979 and the war ended in 1945.'

'I was born in '79, yes.' Henry nodded. 'But it's the first two numbers that matter. I was born in 1779, and later this year I will turn 236. I don't die, remember. I stay 35 for ever. Anyway, that's how I met Abigail.'

'Wait, if Abigail was Abe's mother, then whose bones did we find and you guys scattered? Wasn't her name Sylvia or something?' Jo's forehead creased. Abe sighed, looking sad.

'Those bones were Mom's. She was living under an alias.' Jo mouth dropped open,

'Then, Henry, you just buried your wife!' He nodded sadly.

'Yes, we were a family. Anyway, so I was born in 1779, and my first wife was called Nora. I was on a slave ship as a doctor in 1814, sailing from England to America, and she was going to join me there later, once I had built a house.

I was shot by the captain when I refused to let him throw a slave over board- he didn't have typhus, just a fever, but they didn't believe me. After he shot me he threw me overboard. I woke up in the water and after many hours another ship picked me up as they sailed past. I eventually made it home to England, but when I told her my story she had me committed to an asylum. I managed to escape and began my life again. I never let myself get close to anyone after that, because I knew they would die eventually and I would be left alone, or that they wouldn't believe me.

Then I met Abigail, and I tried to leave her because I was afraid we were getting too close. After a while she discovered my secret, but she loved me anyway. We moved to America and I asked her to marry me. We were happy at first, but as she grew older she become more and more uncomfortable; people began to think she was my mother. She left us, and moved to a house in the country, and lived there until Adam found her, the-'

'Wait, wait.' Hanson interrupted 'Who is Adam?'

'He is my stalker, another immortal. He found her, and he knew that she knew another immortal. He was trying to find out who I was from her, and she killed herself to protect me. Abraham and I then opened up the store to sell some of my old furniture, and later I started work at the OCME. That's the short version of my life.'

'And you die often?' Jo stared at him.

'Yes, quite frequently. It's not pleasant; I feel all of the pain.' They lapsed into silence, Jo and Hanson thinking about what he had just told them.