He was told once that Life is just a series of moments. It was what you did with each of those precious moments that really mattered.

Jack had been in Italy for years. He missed Lilah Like crazy, and he knew he wasn't getting any younger. He was standing in his apartment looking around at all the things he'd aquirred over the years from working for the mob, but suddenly none of it compared to everything he'd missed in his daughter's life. Like any loving father, he'd done his best to keep track of her even though he couldn't be with her. He had a whole scrap book full of photos and newspaperclippings. Even without him there she'd somehow managed to be alright and had built herself a life.



He sighed and looked at the photo of him and his wife Anna. She'd meant the world to him, and he hated that he choose his work over her and Lilah. Jack had told himself too many times to count that he'd left to keep them safe. Now that Anna could no longer remember him or their own daughter, and Lilah'd been through hell and back, Jack couldn't help feel like he'd failed his girls.

He packed a few suitcases and took one last look around the apartment before leaving on the next flight to New Yor City. He tried to think of what to say to Lilah the whole flight and car ride to her house. On the flight nothing he'd come up with sounded right. And on the car ride he was lost in meromries and mistakes he'd made that came flooding back. The song that was playing he thought summed up his relationship with Lilah perfectly. It was "Broken Bridges".


"There are bridges on lifes highway,
but we never see them there.
Some cross troubled waters,
some don't go no where.
(Some you wouldn't step on if you were,
trying to save your soul.
One comes with a keeper,
when it's time to pay the toll.)
Some aren't ment to last forever,
some are made of stone.
Some are ment to cross together,
some you go alone.
(Some the slightest wind can send them,
crashing to the ground.
I set our bridge on fire,
but I could not burn it down.) Here I am,
(Humming)
Praying for forgiveness
And I can see you
(Humming)
Standing on the other side
(Humming)
And here I go
(Here i go)
Baby it's a heavy load
(It's a heavy load)

[I have crossed some broken bridges in my time.]

(Now here I am)
Now here I am
(Praying for forgivness)
Praying for forgivness
(I can see you)
I can see you
(Standing on the otherside)
Standing on the otherside
(Here I go)
Now here I go
(Buddy it's a heavy load)
Baby it's a heavy load
(But I have crossed some broken bridges in my time)
Crossed some broken bridges in my time
Yes, I have crossed some broken bridges in my time."


He'd gotten information from an informant,that Lilah was now living in a posh penthouse on Manhattan's upper east side. He had thought about calling first,but decided to just go to her house and and hope for the best.


He sighed as the car finally arrived at the house,he took a deep breath and got out of the car. "Here goes.." He muttered as he walked up to the door and rang the bell. He just hoped that she'd at the very least listen to him, before shutting him out of her life forever.

Jack had gone back to Italy for a while and spent all that time trying to go back to the life he'd built, but nothing worked. He missed lilah like crazy, and he knew he wasn't getting any younger, and now he had a three year old granddaughter. A little girl that he wanted so badly to get to know while he had the chance. He was standing in his apartment looking around at all the things he'd aquirred over the years from working for the mob, but suddenly none of it compared to everything he'd missed in his daughter's life.


Like any loving father, he'd done his best to keep track of her even though he couldn't be with her. He had a whole scrap book full of photos and newspaperclippings. Even without him there she'd somehow managed to be alright and had built herself a life and family. He sighed and looked at the photo of him and his wife Anna. She'd meant the world to him, and he hated that he choose his work over her and Lilah. Jack had told himself too many times to count that he'd left to keep them safe. Now that Anna could no longer remember him or her own daughter, and Lilah'd been through hell and back, Jack couldn't help feel like he'd failed his girls.


He packed a few suitcases and took one last look around the apartment before leaving on the next flight to Hartfotrd. He tried to think of what to say to Lilah the whole flight and car ride to her house. On the flight nothing he'd come up with sounded right. And on the car ride he was lost in meromries and mistakes he'd made that came flooding back. The song that was playing he thought summed up his relationship with Lilah perfectly.



"There are bridges on lifes highway,
but we never see them there.
Some cross troubled waters,
some don't go no where.
(Some you wouldn't step on if you were,
trying to save your soul.
One comes with a keeper,
when it's time to pay the toll.)
Some aren't ment to last forever,
some are made of stone.
Some are ment to cross together,
some you go alone.
(Some the slightest wind can send them,
crashing to the ground.
I set our bridge on fire,
but I could not burn it down.) Here I am,
(Humming)
Praying for forgiveness
And I can see you
(Humming)
Standing on the other side
(Humming)
And here I go
(Here i go)
Baby it's a heavy load
(It's a heavy load)

[I have crossed some broken bridges in my time.]

(Now here I am)
Now here I am
(Praying for forgivness)
Praying for forgivness
(I can see you)
I can see you
(Standing on the otherside)
Standing on the otherside
(Here I go)
Now here I go
(Buddy it's a heavy load)
Baby it's a heavy load
(But I have crossed some broken bridges in my time)
Crossed some broken bridges in my time
Yes, I have crossed some broken bridges in my time."

He sighed as the car finally arrived at the house, he took a deep breath and got out of the car. "Here goes.." He muttered as he walked up to the dioor and rang the bell. He just hoped that she'd at the very least listen to him, before shutting him out of her life forever.

((Open for Lilah and Lindsey not in that order.))

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