Stuff,thangs

"Don't worry, I have life access into Horsenshire." Steven replied. He stepped onto the white colorless street. "Stick with me at all times, there may not be any guards on the front lines, but once you get further into Horsenshire, guards are all you see."

"Yes, I know." Tony said as they entered the cafe. "I'm proud of both of you." He said once they sat down at a small table near a window. "I'm glad you're here. I've been watching you two, you both have had locked down emotions about what happened. I do hope after this you can go back to living your lives as you should."

Jacob sat across from his father. He looked out the window and nodded knowing he understood. He didn't speak, for he was thinking about what he had just said about living life normally.

"Cmon, don't be shy." Steven muttered. He held his hand out and motioned for Chris and Noelle to step into Horsenshire.

"I may be able to see what you are doing, but I don't really know what is going through your minds." Tony said, looking across the table at the two, they were both lost in thought.

"So they're not going to kick us out or anything right?" Noelle asked, looking around Horsenshire.

Jacob turned his face. "Oh, sorry, I'm just thinking, about something." He said, a waitress brought a basket of rolls over to their table.

"If you're with me, no." Steven replied. "Unless you do something to make you get kicked out." he laughed. "Although one doesn't really just, 'get kicked out'." He walked down a blank white street, the city was very bland, the only color was the green of the street signs.

Trent shook his head, wiping a tear that was forming in his eye. He sniffed and then looked at Tony. "What is it you needed to talk about?" He asked.

Chris walked in the town "Where to?" He asked.

'What was the first letter in your friend's last name?" Steven asked.

"Well. About how you have felt since the day I 'passed'" Tony said as he grabbed a roll.

"P" Chris mumbled "Jeff Pendergraph"

"Sorry," Jacob restated. "It's funny, I've tried my whole life to become what you best wanted me to be, and now that I've met you, I don't have anything to say."

"We have to head to the P Street and look for the building with the huge 'J' On it." Steven replied running down the street.

Chris ran after Steven

"Jacob. You. At 20 years old, are more of a man than I was at 40, you too Trent." Tony said, sighing deeply.

"Ha. Say that to a guy who spilled water on his crotch a year ago on a double date for no reason." Jacob chuckled.

"I've done that multiple times, but try scotch. Wine, and about any kind of dessert food you can imagine." Tony said, laughing.

Trent sat back and laughed. "I've spilt an entire plate before. Imagine how awkward it was when the waitress came over and said. "Let me help you clean that up." It was so bad, the date threw her wine in my face and left.

Jacob shrugged his shoulders. "Guess I don't understand why the water was so bad."

The three eventually got to P street. "Look for the J Building." Steven muttered as he ran down the street.

Chris reached the J building and just stood in front of it.

Steven stopped next to Chris. He motioned him inside. "Each floor holds a file for a person with the name of J and the last name of P. If you don't find a file for him, he's alive. If there is a file, he's dead."

"There's no wonder you're my son. Trent, you sure you're your dad's kid? That look you have, the attitude. The brain. You could very well be mine." Tony chuckled as he finished a roll.