Jet walked into the Garden Room. The bonsai garden was his passion, his true home, his zen place.

He loved to tend the bonsai as he reflected on his life. Many had called him a failure, but he always felt his life was a success. To him being a bounty hunter was his passion, his true destiny.

He looked at the new bonsai he had purchased. Something told him it was a special bonsai, and he felt great affection for it. He was looking forward to its growth and taking care of it.