Hooray, now you know where they went! It's really not that exciting. I tried to rewrite this chapter but this was the best I could do… sorry ;)

John reached the tree at the top of the hill and turned around. John-boy's hands were shoved deep into his pockets and his head was down, eyes shut.

"John-boy. Please open your eyes."

John-boy took a deep shuddering breath and shook his head.

Sighing, John took his son's shoulders and forced him forward. "Open your eyes, son."

He did. His breath caught in his throat, and he dropped choking to his knees. "J-Jenny..."

'HERE LIES JENNY PENDLETON, 1916 – 1934.

'SORELY MISSED.'

He was kneeling on her grave.

John-boy began to cry, then. Properly, achingly cry.

"I'll be in the truck, John-boy," said his father, quietly, and walked away.

John-boy cried until he had no tears left to shed. For hours afterward, he just sat, broken, red-eyed, until, as darkness fell, his father appeared.

He placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Come on now, John-boy. Can't be stayin' here all night."

John-boy slowly rose, and turned into his father, hugging him tightly.

"I miss her, Daddy."

"I know, son," said John, hugging him back. "I know."

"Isn't it a little late to be heading home, Daddy?"

They were back in the truck, and had been driving for about five minutes.

"Yup. That's why we're not going home," said John, cheerfully, happy to have his son back.

"We're not?"

"Nope. We're staying somewhere."

"Where?"

The truck drew to a stop outside a small terraced house.

"Here."

John-boy looked at the house. Through the window, he saw a familiar looking woman.

"What? Daddy, no! We can't stay here!"

"It's alright son, I phoned up and asked yesterday."

John-boy looked again at the woman through the window. She was dressed entirely in black, but she went about her daily chores as usual.

"I've been bein' real selfish, haven't I Daddy."

"Yes, son. You have." When John-boy looked downcast, John placed a hand on his shoulder. "But that's okay. You're young. And in love. And it's the first time you've lost somebody close to you. Mrs Pendleton is a lot older than you, John-boy, and she's seen a lot more than you. And I'll wager she'll be thrilled to see you, too. Come on. Let's go."

Erm…. Review? Also, I can sense that the next chapter will take a little while longer...