since jack was a boy he wanted to move out of New York City and travel to a small town in New Mexico called Santa Fe, his life in NYC was tiresome and stressful due to Pulitzer and Hearst always coming up with something to ruin the news boys, or Snyder after him. He wanted freedom.

it was a cold morning in manhattan and jack had just gotten his papers to sell for the day he trudged through the frosty streets his breath turning to smoke and his hands going red from the cold.

there was something about the way the clouds lay over the bustling city made jack feel so small and helpless here being a news boy, just one small penny in Pulitzers fortune.

he thought about this as he walked, fantasising about what his life would be like when he left to Santa Fe, but. There was one thing stopping him from going. You. You were jacks best friend and was always by his side at all time and you were like siblings he loved you more than anything as he walked he spotted you, your the ray of sunshine in his dim world and as soon as he lay eyes on you he would regain that little spark in him.