"Jack?"

He looked to his left to see not Crutchie as he normally would, but Katherine climbing up the ladder to his rooftop. She was carrying a slim piece of paper, and her normally business-like cheerful face was downcast. Jack shifted over, making room for his girlfriend. A small smile played on his lips.

"What's wrong?" Katherine had to smile. Jack always knew when something was up. At least with her.

"I got a promotion." Katherine let out.

"That's nothin' to be sad about!" Jack didn't get it.

"It's in Connecticut."

"What?"

"The promotion I got sends me to a job in Connecticut."

Jack's smile died. "Oh."

Katherine let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't know what to do, Jack! My father wants me to take this job, he says he'll be better for both of us—"

She cut off Jack as he tried to say something. "And before you ask, no, I am not listening to him. Only…"

"Only what?"

"Only….Only, by taking this job, I could send money here. To the Lodging House, to help you and the boys out. We could have another Christmas like last year, and, and—"

Jack stopped her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You do what you thinks is right. I'll be there with ya, for sure."

"You mean that?"

"For sure."