Six year old James Rogers moved closer to his mother as they walked through the train station. He didn't know why they had to move, he liked New York, he didn't want to leave all of his friends.
"Come along, James" said his mother, Peggy "It is very crowded here and I do not want you to get lost."
"Mommy, why do we have to move?" James asked, grabbing her hand.
"Well," said Peggy as she lifted him up and set him on her hip, " daddy and I have very important jobs and sometimes we have to work far away. We want to spend time with you and Lucy so that means we have to move so we can stay together."
"But I don't wanna leave," he whined, "I'm gonna miss Jack and Alex and all my other friends."
"I know sweetheart," Peggy answered gently, kissing the top of the boy's head; "But you'll make lots of new friends at the research base."
A moment later, a girl who looked to be about eleven years old bounded up to them. "Mother," she said, "father told me to let you know that the train is here."
"thank you, Lucy" said Peggy, "can you go let him know that we will be right there?"
"Of course," responded Lucy as she ran off to deliver the message.
As they began to walk, James turned his head to take one last look at the city that had been his home for most of his short life.