"thanks for the ride!" I shouted over my shoulder as i stumbled off the boat.

"My pleasure!" Peter shouted, the man he had saved from the fire.

Apparently Peter had been the captain. I had saved the captain! he had been in his room signing some papers and looking through lists of supplies he was delivering when the boat set on fire. a large bookshelf had fallen on top of him, and I was the only one able to hear his shouts. 

New York would be one crazy experience. the noises where so loud, I could not decide what was what. I really needed a tour guide. and a school to attend. I walked down the streets,  bumped into more people then i could ever count in my life. cars honked everywhere, and shouts echoed across every corner i turned. Then finally, i ran into the right person. literally.

"Oh, sorry," I said for what felt like the thousandth time as i an into someone.

"You okay, son?" Someone asked, and i looked up with my sightless eyes.

"yeah i'm just trying to find my way around," I said, not wanting to get in a conversation.

"I'll help you," The man said, and i felt a hand in mine. "what is your name?"

"Alexander Hamilton," I replied.

"I'm George Washington, but you can call be George. where are you off too?" George asked.

"I- i'm really not sure. I'm looking for a place to stay, and maybe a school to go to," I said, realizing i had no plan.

"well, you are in luck. i'm a professor at Kings College," George said. "I could bring you to my house and enroll you in the college."

"No, i don't really like going to random peoples houses," I replied, thinking of the one time someone adopted me. that had been a disaster, and i had ended up just right back in the orphanage.

"That's understandable. But trust me, please. I could have the police be there watching us if you like, they can shoot me if i do anything abusive or manipulative," George offered.

"Okay, whatever. there's no where else to go anyway," I sighed.

"Alright, lets get you down the the subway," George said, lightly pulling my hand.

I followed him, weaving through people behind him. he was obviously a pro around here.

"Alright, there's some stairs here," George said helpfully, it reminded me of the people who actually cared for me before they where all taken away.

He led me slowly down the stairs, whenever i almost fell I could depend on his hand. then we reached the bottom of the stairs, and he led me through a very loud place. I heard a couple beeping sounds and then was led down a couple more stairs, then George stopped.

"Now we wait for the train," George explained. "you can sit down here."

I sat down slowly onto a bench. I felt the wind as trains rushed by and people sprinted around. shouts and robot-like voices sounded all around.

"the Huntington Ave train has arrived," Said a robotic voice.

"that's us," George said, helping me up and leading me onto a train.

*~*

George led me up a couple steps and then opened the door to his house on a busy street. He led me inside, and through the thin cheap shoes i was wearing i could feel that he had expensive carpet.

"George what have you done now?" Came a female voice, along with some footsteps. "Oh a child!"

"Martha, This is Alexander, he has no where else to go," George said.

"Lets go set him up with a room," Martha said, and her footsteps rushed away.

George led me down a short hallway then up some stairs, then down some more hallway. it reminded me of the route to the cafeteria in the orphanage. it made me shudder. I heard the sound of a door creaking open and then George lightly pushed me inside. 

"This should do," Martha said, and i could hear some blankets moving around.

I walked around the room, feeling the walls to see how large it was. then i found the bed, and sat down on it. It was surprising, really, to feel an actually soft bed. instead of a stone slab with a blanket on top.

"Its not that clean but it should work out fine, we'll leave you in peace then come ask you some things, that okay?" Martha said.

I nodded, and heard them shut the door and walk away down the hall. I carefully took my gun out and found a place to hide it, in a small dresser next to my bed. Wait a moment. am Im getting adopted? i think i am. The realization hit me like that one time i ran into a bus. more like... multiple times. Should i be excited? I thought, i felt like my normal self. not excited, just emotionless. That's a good thing. Emotions make you weak.

After i found the closet and threw my jacket inside, i grabbed the book Jack had gotten for me. I fumbled around until i felt the tiny dots of Braille, and felt around. the title labelled "The revolutionary war". I decided that could be interesting and opened up the odd plastic-like material book. I brushed my finger lightly over the words, all the dots blended together into exciting new sentences.

I finished the first chapter quickly, then sat to absorb all the information. that's when i heard a knock on my door.

"You can come in," I said from my bed.

"hey son," George said, and i felt the bed sink as he sat down.

"We wanted to ask you a couple questions," Martha said, sitting down on my other side.

"Sure," I said, suddenly getting nervous.

"Where are you form?" George asked gently.

"A small island in the Caribbean, you would not know of it," I replied.

"Where are your parents?" Martha asked.

"Dead," I replied, holding back tears and pushing away the memories. Why am i emotional? STOP THAT, EMOTIONS. They make you weak!

"Oh sweetie," Martha said, hugging me.

I just stared blindly over her shoulder. I have literally never been hugged before. Wow. I thought, still trying to hold back tears. Emotions make you weak. The voice of my father echoed through my head. Defeat the emotions, and you've defeated your greatest enemy. Let emotions come through, you are the weakest of the weak, and will never achieve your goals. 

Martha let go of me eventually and began to ask more questions.

"Soooo... did you just immigrate illegally to america?" Martha asked.

"Maybe," I said.

"Are you going to be living here with us until you get a family?" George asked.

"Sure," I said.

"AAAAAAAAH WE HAVE A CHILD," Martha shouted, just as i accepted their offer. 

"Martha, calm down. hes just staying here for a while," George said, i could feel him rolling his eyes.

"Um... so can i get enrolled in school now?" I asked.

"That's all you can think about? sure, George go do your teacher magic and get this kid into a school," Martha said, hugging me again.

What did i just get myself into? I thought. Some strangers I just met today brought me into their house and now I'm staying with them until they turn evil.  Martha and George left the room, Martha talking loudly about getting me a whole lot of child nonsense i did not need. This is just going to end up like the others. i get taken in with a family, then they beat me and use me like a slave. at least now they seem to trust me, once they turn bad ill have already found a spot to escape.

 I stood up and began to feel around my new room, memorizing where things are. If i where going to stay here for at least a couple days, might as well not crash into things when i'm trying to get to the door. My hands lightly brushed all the walls of the rectangular room. there must be some kind of wallpaper, because once in a while i could feel thin vertical lines on the wall. In the end i concluded there was a dresser, a closet, a bed, a desk and a bedside table with a lamp on it.

They prepare me a nice room, so i  have a good attitude while they make me clean their house every minute of the day, and cook their meals, and trim their bushes, and make their beds. But somewhere in my brain, something told me it would be alright. something inside me told me that these people weren't that bad.