Jonny looked around as he paused his bike at the city limits sign of Manchester, gazing down at the lights of the city as twilight settled over the landscape. He lit a cigarette and chuckled to himself, invisioning the scene out of a movie. A dark stranger on an old Harley coming to a quiet town, maybe to pass on through, maybe to raise a little hell.

He crushed the smoldering butt of the cigarette against the heel of his boot then tucked it away in a pouch with previously housed companions. No need to be like everyone else and litter the ground. He restarted the bike and rode into the quiet town, looking for a hotel for the time-being and for likely places to perform. *****************************************************************

"Hello?" came the weary voice from the phone. On the other end, the sound of screaming kids arguing about television shows was easily heard.

"Ma? It me."

"Jon! Where are you?"

He flopped on the bed as his brow furrowed. "Manchester... New Hampshire, decided to do some travelling around. Figured I'd call since I talked to Julia before I left and she never tells you anything. How's everything going?"

There was a pause, then a sigh. "As well as could be expected I guess."

"Poor mamacita. I'm gonna be sending you something to help out 'till I can get back home for a visit. 'kay?"

"Okay... love you Jon."

"Love you too mama."

He hung up the phone, and though his mother didn't say it, he could tell by her voice that his sister had been gone for some time, or was probably in jail again. First order of business, money order and mailing it home. Second, work and food. And with that last thought, he fell asleep.