Everything started on that day when Jack McCyber came to check out their new home for the first time.

Charley had lifted a bunch of porcelain plates on her arms and carried them to the kitchen cabinet, above the stove. "Throttle? Could you help me unpack these stuff?" She asked and sighed: "We aren’t having more than hundred boxes to open, have we?"
"I can help ya, sweetheart!" Vinnie volunteered. He finished his root beer and threw the empty can on the table of the kitchen. "I can unpack all the boxes for ya, sweetheart, if you wish that!"
Charley smiled at Vinnie and shook her head. "No, I don’t want to open all the boxes yet now. Only those that includes stuff that belongs to kitchen."
"Lemme help!" Vinnie whined about getting bored and annoyed when he watched how Throttle helped "his girl."

Jack McCyber appeared to the doorway of the kitchen and Throttle put the plates off to side table to go to greet him before Vinnie would snap something in his jealousy. "I`ll be back to help ya Charley-girl, after I’ve shown some places to Jack." Throttle said to Charley.
Jack threw his blond, bit carrot-reddish nuanced hair behind him and got up from on the kitchen stool. "I barely can wait to see yer new house, Charley," he said to Charley with perky voice.

Jack was exceptional perky on that day. Perkiness was the most visible feature in him. He had even dressed to exceptional perky clothes. Today he had electric blue vest on neon yellow T-shirt, lime-green jeans and deep black biker boots that by his words had been bought with 5 dollars from a biker’s second-hand store.
It was SHOCKING colour combination! But for some strange reason, it looked good on Jack. But on the other hand, Charley knew everything Jack wore, looked good on him. Jack walked trough the kitchen fingering his wooden pearl necklace. Jack had really changed his style since their last meeting. Charley liked the simple things. She usually wore light blue ½-sleeved shirt, black jeans and brown cowgirl boots. Black was her favorite colour even. Jack had always made her look more bright coloured than normally; just by walking next to her.
"Hey, Jack," Charley said and stepped in front of Jack so he had to stop. "Have you changed your style or what is this new clothing and wooden pearls?"
Jack nodded.
Charley examined Jack’s new look and breathed out: "You look so different in these new clothes!"
Jack nodded again. "I decided to start again from the blank table as a singer."
Charley’s jaw dropped but no voice came out of there. Vinnie pushed his ego enthusiastically between Charley and Jack: "D`ya think sweetheart I should start singing too? That modern pop music? Aooooow!"
"I can help ya with those screams." Throttle grinned devilishly and lifted a hammer that Modo had used earlier on that day.
"Oh really!" Vinnie grinned back and jumped away from Throttle’s way. Vinnie turned around and made a sad face when he was safe far from Throttle. He rubbed his eyes and pretended crying: "Bohoo, Throttle doesn’t like my career plans..."
Throttle dropped the hammer on the table and grabbed on to Jack’s sleeve, dragging him to the doorway of the kitchen. "Come on. Let’s leave that cry-baby to help Charley with unpacking the kitchen stuff." Then he grinned a bit: "Lemme, introduce you Charley’s new palace and our current residence." They strode over a pile where was all kind of woodworker’s tools.
"Be careful guys!" Charley gave a shout after them. "Modo finished the painting of the guest room’s walls just before Jack came here. ...And some of the floor woods are still missing from there!"
"We will, Charley-girl!" Jack and Throttle gave a shout back to Charley.

Few minutes later Vinnie appeared after them, following their every move.
"Why aren`tcha helpin` Charley now, Vinnie?" Throttle asked a bit annoyed after listening Vinnie’s corrections and notes enough.
"I’m here to make sure ya guys won’t sneak into my room without my permission." He was now really tight about who he would allow and when to come in his room after being about 5 years almost 24 hours a day with his bros, now when he finally had gotten some own privacy too. Even if he wanted to be on the limelight, sometimes he just would have wanted to drag into peaceful and quiet, dark, own room or corner. The stress of being almost 5 years non-stop under your bros eyes was boiling out of him now when he had gotten chance to get some peace and privacy for himself. He didn’t even understand that both of his bros, especially Throttle had similar feelings. Modo had always, as most emotional of them, "ran out" from them and gone fishing or do something else alone but the stress pressed him too.
"Okay, we won’t go in yer room if ya want so," Throttle promised. "Now, pleez, go to help Charley-girl or even spy the neighbors... I wanna show the places to Jack without you commenting all the time. Ya can show yer room to Jack later if you want."
"No way!" Vinnie resisted. "You’re going in my room right when I turn my back to ya!"
"Vinnie?" Charley shouted from the kitchen. "Vinnie? Would you please come here? I`d really need your help now!"
Vinnie sighed turning around and started to drag his feet to the kitchen. He turned his gaze back to Throttle and mumbled to them: "I`ll be back. You better not to sneak into my room or I`ll..."
"Vinnie where are you?!" Charley called Vinnie desperately.

Vinnie marched to the kitchen showing with every muscle movement what he thought about people sneaking into his room behind his back.
Jack shook his head "Vinnie has become even more crazy than what he was when I saw him last time. Has he caused much trouble to you or Charley lately?"
Throttle rolled his eye around in their holes and took his shades off and sighed, "Ya don’t even know how much..."
Jack giggled. "You’re so much opposites to each other! You’re the quiet, steady brains of the group while he," Jack nodded the direction to where Vinnie had disappeared, "is that kind of motor-mouth. If I didn’t know I`d think you can’t be friends really ever!"
"That’s because he’s eaten cheese and rubbed his ass with Plutarkian", Throttle groused.
Jack stopped on the stairs to look the torn wallpapers, flaking paint and long, naked hallways. "How old is this house actually?"
"At least hundred Earth-years," Throttle answered. "Rotten from roof to cellar almost completely."
Jack nodded. "Guess-so."
Throttle continued: "Charley calls this a hammer-girl`s dream. I think she might be a bit fed up to fix the bikes all the time, especially ours. You know - they`re not giving challenges to her anymore because she knows them so well already." The age-old floor woods squeaked under their feet.
"You`d never believe me if I`d tell ya how much we`ve worked here already before we could finally move in."
"Hopefully you`ll get it look great on some day", said Jack and brushed dust that had grabbed to his beard. "This current appearance reminds me of a grim house in horror movies."
"You can say that again, pal." Throttle sighed. "But the best side of this house is that it`s so big. You don`t have to listen Vinnie`s egoistic massing or Modo`s heavy metal if you don`t want to. You know how our things were back in the windy city."
"Speaking about own peace, I`d like to see your room.", Jack said and started to climb the stairs that were left.
"O.K. But don`t lean to hard to the handrail! It`s in really bad shape."
Throttle started to follow Jack to the upstairs but then suddenly stopped. "Hey, wait! Someone`s left the door open to the cellar. Charley`s said something that there might be some mice. I don`t want them to come here to eat our hot dogs."
Jack couldn`t help grinning amusedly when Throttle spoke so annoyedly about mice, while being a even an alien mouse himself. "What`s in there precisely?"
"How would I know that? I haven`t gone in there ever neither really want to go in there because it smells like if Limburger had died in there."
Throttle ran the step down back to the hallway and stepped in front of the open cellar door. The door squeaked he started to push it for closing up.
Suddenly he heard a voice and froze still.
Was it a moan?
Who could be down there in the cellar?
Throttle held his breath and listened carefully. He heard a silent rasping voice. Just like if a shoe had scratched against the cement floor. Was it a sound of steps?
He adhered tightly to the handle of the door, leaned forward and tried to look in the darkness, cursing in his mind that he didn`t have his helmet available that he could have used for sorting the darkness. But there was dark. So dark that he couldn`t see even the end of the stairs and on the ather hand, he didn`t have his helmet currently.
Again he heard a pent up moan. Very silent. Like if it had come from very far. More sounds of the shoes against the cement floor.
"Hey - is somebody there?" he shouted and tried the switch of the lights. He snapped it once, twice, three times. Nothing happened.
"Vinnie? Are you in there?" Throttle yelled. His voice sounded very hollow in the darkness of the stairs in cellar. "Vin-man?"
"What?! Didcha yell me, Throttle?" Vinnie shouted back from kitchen. "You interrupter my sessions with Charley!"
"Yeah, yeah... Vinnie`s just talking again. The only ‘session’ that`s happening there in the kitchen is unpacking the boxes. Well, at least it ain`t Vinnie there in the cellar."
Throttle leaned again further in to the darkness. "Modo? Have you already come in from fixing yer bike?" Throttle shouted. His voice started to get gruff. "Modo? Are you down there?"
He listened. It was silent.
Then he heard a moan. Low and loud.
More rasping. Soft thump.
Then whisper... so quiet and distant...
Whisper...
"Vinnie... we`re waiting... Vinnie...".

Part 3: "So She Could Remember Me Forever"

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