"Excuse me, but who are you?" Clara wrinkled her nose at Angela. Angela's jaw dropped and she looked at Clara somewhat disgusted.

"Who am I? I think the question is who are you." Angela bristled. Jack's eyes grew large and his gaze flicked back and forth between the two girls. "Uh, Angie, I, uh, gotta talk to ya..." he trailed off, dragging her down the street, away from Clara.

"Jack, who is that girl?" Angela asked, confused.

"Clara. She's Kloppman's niece. Ya know, Kloppman, owns da Lodgin' House?" Jack explained. Angela nodded.

"So why is she here?" Jack frowned. "I'm assuming there is a reasonable explanation for this. There is a reasonable explanation, right?"

Jack sighed and nodded. "Look, she followed me hea'. I had no idea until I got off the train and there she was! So what was I supposed ta do? I had ta take �er with me."

"Fine then," Angela said tiredly, "c'mon, we're here." She motioned to the red brick townhouse and started up the steps. The group filed inside, Jack and Clara staring in awe of the expensive furnishings and vast spaces.

"Martha, please make up the Spanish room and the Gold room for my guests. And add two more table settings for dinner, please," Angela said deftly, pushing several strands of hair out of her face.

"Yes, miss." Martha nodded at Angela and scurried off.

"Thank you," Angela turned to face Jack, Clara, and Johnny. "Um, Jack, could I speak with you in private?" Angela raised her eyebrows at him.

"Yeah, sure," Jack complied. Angela nodded at started up the spiraling oak staircase. She rounded the landing and disappeared down the hallway. Jack poked his head down the hallway only to find it empty.

"Angie?" Jack gingerly walked down the hall. Noticing an open door he walked inside. The room was bright and spacious, decorated in pale yellows and blues. There was a sofa, desk, and a large bed. Angela stood by the picture window, staring outside at the garden.

"Hey," Jack said softly, touching Angela on the arm. She slowly turned and frowned at Jack. "I don't get it," she said flatly.

"Don't get...don't get what?" Jack shook his head, confused.

"Why are you here? Why did you come all the way to Boston?"

"Well, ta see you," Jack shrugged. Angela smiled a little. "No, that's not what I meant," she said gently, "I know you came to see me but..." she shook her head.

"No, you're right. I came ta see ya but...I also...I also needed ta, ta sort out some of me feelings, ya know?"

Angela nodded, still staring out the window. Turning back to Jack she sighed. "I missed you so much," she said truthfully. Jack smiled. "Yeah, I missed ya too. Uddawise do ya think I would've come all the way ta Boston?" he laughed. "But...yeah," he sighed, "I just, I needed to..." Jack motioned with his hands, unable to fully explain himself. Angela studied his face and suddenly smiled, nodding. "I understand. I think I understand," she smiled at Jack. Jack looked at her, surprised but then smiled too.

"Hey, Ange?" Johnny stepped inside Angela's bedroom, with Clara only a few steps behind. "Oooh, I love your room!" she squealed. Angela managed a weak thank you and then turned her attention to Johnny who motioned for her to speak with her in the hall.

"What is it?" Angela asked, seriously.

"Well, aside from the fact that I'm getting sick of always being left with Clara, we have a little problem here."

"And it is?" Angela prompted.

"Today is the 12th. The Tate's are having a party on the 12th. We were invited to the party..." Johnny trailed off and raised his eyebrows. Angela rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Great, just great," she grumbled sarcastically, "well, I guess we'll just have to take Jack and Clara along." Johnny looked at his sister dubiously. Angela frowned at him, "do you have any better ideas?"