Looking up he couldn't believe how much time in this floating city had already passed. The moon was nearing sky high while the stars glittered in the clouds, being this high up each star was like a mini moon itself. Looking up he heard the busy people and blimps go by, it was moments like these sometimes he had forgot he wasn't on a floating structure and was walking the streets of New York.

Forest green eyes slowly came back down to earth when he heard humming; walking alongside him was his mission. The girl had a skip in her step, a childish smile plastered on her face. Her light chocolate brown hair in a messy pony tail, though how was she to know she was going to escape from her 'cage', there was no time to freshen up when a giant metallic…bird, destroyed everything. Looking down further he saw her in a simple white elbow long sleeve buttoned blouse with a deep blue skirt that licked down to her knees. Her small feet were fit comfortably in her knee high brown boots.

Looking down further at his hand he saw the wrapping that fit snug to protect his wound, it would be the last time he was ever caught off guard again, he had too much on the line to be crippled.

He knew he wasn't the one to usually start conversation, and when he did the ex-soldier usually kept it short, talking to much could get you killed in his fields. But sometimes actions speak louder than words, and Elizabeth was doing just that. Fallowing where her eyes were leading he couldn't help but smirk.

Just walking into Soldiers Field was a very busy ice-cream shop, even if it was dark outside people were still chowing down the cold creamy frostiness in a waffle cone. Looking at his hand he felt like he needed to repay the poor kid, he hated feeling in debt, it was why he was on this god forsaken place.

Liz looked behind her to just see the ruff man just standing there. "Uh, Mr. DeWitt? Shouldn't we be getting to the-" "We been moving for a bit haven't we." His deep aged voice reached her ears, this was odd to her, Elizabeth could have sworn this was a man who wouldn't stop walking even in his sleep. But her blue eyes became stars at his next choice of words. "Let's get something to eat…how about that ice-cream shop over there, probably have some goo-AAaaah!"

Booker felt like he was getting his arm ripped off as the young girl was practically dragging him to the shop, the giddy giggles reaching his ear. At least he she was happy with it.

Stopping at the entrance he was assaulted by the sweet smell of the different flavors. He saw Liz dash in, cramming her face against the glass as she looked at all the pretty colors. Booker just adjusted his vest and walked in with class, glad no one was giving him any wrong looks, he hoped he could have a little bit of peace and no one openly spoil the moment.

"Oh WOW, Mr. DeWitt, look a-" "Its Booker." "Right Booker, look at all the flavors, is it really okay if I can have some." Scratching his five o clock shadow he looked away from the puppy dog eyes, her face pleading for the icy delights.

Damn those eyes.

"Sure kid." Digging in his pockets he pulled out a thick silver eagle, flicking it to the man behind the counter Booker got next to Liz. "Two big cones and double scoops, keep the change." "Yes sir! Well little lady, we have many flavors, from cherry, vanilla, blueberry to even red velvet!" Booker had to hold back a chuckle as the childish girl had stars in her eyes; he was expecting drool to fall from her lips any minute now. Giving her more time he spoke first. "Hey buddy, I'll have vanilla and some of that sherbet there." "Wow Booker, didn't take you for a sweet tooth kind of guy." "I'm not, but I might as well enjoy the moment."

Dancing in her spot the dimension ripper chirped up "Sir, I'd like, um, very berry and strawberry shortcake!" Laughing the man put down the overly clean cup and got to work. "Jus take a minute folks."

Soon the two were sitting at the table next to the far window, the Ferris wheel from afar a sight to see. Booker closed his eyes, sighing, it was actually nice to just sit down a bit, the stress of bullets inching near your face fading a little. Cracking one eye open he smiled, the kid sure was messy.

Elizabeth was chomping down and cramming her face in the cold treat. "BOOKER you HAVE to try this, this flavor is AMAZING!" She leaned in, her face beaming as the ice-cream was smashed against his nose and lips. Giving her a glare he leaned back, a good amount of the creamy treat stuck on his face. Wiping it off his face with his finger he got a mouth full.

"Hmmm, not a bad flavor, short cake right?" "Yeah! Oh! Booker silly you missed a spot!" Booker's eyes grew wide as she leaned in close, wiping the frosty off his nose and eating the shortcake cream off her finger. Holding his face with his hand he looked away in embarrassment, ignoring the giggles he was given by the older dames. "What are you girls looking at?" Irritated by their growing giggles and gossip he just went back to eating the ice-cream.

"So Mr. DeWi-I mean Booker, is there a woman in your life?" Nearly spitting out his mouth full of ice-cream he looked at the young girl in front of him, her eyes wide and wondering, what was with this girl and the blunt questions? "Excuse me!?" "Oh come on, even a rugged man like you can catch a gal!" "Har har. Well there was one, though she died in child birth…" "Oh…I'm sorry, so you have a kid?" "No" "I see, by the way, I don't think I ever did thank you for saving me, so thank you Booker."

Booker carried on trying to finish off the rest of his treat, a small smile etched his face, and it felt good to be thanked instead of always having a piston on his neck. But frowned into the ice-cream as he remember he was pretty much going to sell her to pay off his own debt he crawled into. Brushing it off the older man smirked at the young hyperactive girl before him. "Don't mention it kid."