[center][h2]Joshua[/h2] [/center]

[i]One months ago
Streets of Boston, Mass.[/i]

The cars zipped by him, all eager to get to their destination. The red one turned on first street. [i]It's probably going to work. The offices are that way,[/i] Joshua thought. The young man stood on the sidewalk, back slouched but head held high, viewing every detail of what was around him. The men in their suits and women in their dresses walked briskly by him, never paying him a passing glance. At first, Joshua was confused by this. He thought there was something about him, something everyone was able to see, that made people stare. That's what it seemed like in Arkham, anyway. Everyone stared at Joshua when he ventured outside his home. Everyone knew he was different. But in Boston? Nobody knew. Or nobody cared. Either way, Joshua liked it. Everyone was different in the city. Joshua liked to think that, in a way, that made him the same as everyone else. That was something he never was able to feel in Arkham. 

[i]It's getting late,[/i] Joshua realized as he saw the sun dripping lower into the horizon. [i]I'm far out from home. It'll probably take around 22 minutes by walk. I better set out now.[/i] Joshua's friends were coming over tonight. Johnny and Patrick, two members of the Dunn gang. They said they liked Joshua because he was different. Nobody ever said that in Arkham, either. Every Wednesday the three played cards, even though they complained Joshua always won. Tonight, Joshua considered letting Patrick win. [i]Patrick never wins.[/i]

[i]Two months ago
The York Apartment[/i]

Joshua arrived, 25 minutes after he had set off. He would have been exact, but there had been a fire that blocked off a section of the street. Joshua had to walk around the block. When he closed the door, he noticed that Johnny and Patrick weren't waiting for him. [i]Strange. I'm ten minutes late. They should be here by now.[/i] He stepped into his apartment, when he saw the figure on the couch. "Press!" Josh exclaimed, stirring his brother from what was obviously an alcohol induced sleep. Preston groaned, but when he saw his brother, he smiled and staggered up from the couch. 

"Hi, Joshy," Preston murmured, as Joshua ran to embrace his brother. Preston had been away from Joshua for weeks, travelling from town to town to spread the Dunn brand. It was the longest the brothers had been apart in years. "I missed you,"

"I missed you too," Josh smiled, releasing Press from his hold. "I thought you'd be away for longer. Also, have Johnny and Patrick stopped by?" 

Press nodded. "Yeah, they came up just before you got here. I sent them away." 

Josh's face dropped. "Oh." He paused, unsure of how to continue. 

"I'm just stopping by, Josh, because I want you to come with me to my next stop. It'll be a road trip!" Press smiled. "That's good, right? You'd like that, bud?"

Josh backed away from Press, his face still. "Um. Yeah. Sure. I mean, I've really enjoyed Boston..."

Preston cut his brother off. "Forget Boston. It's too big for small town guys like us, I think. I thought I'd like it here, but I think I'd prefer a smaller town to settle down in. And I can only imagine how you feel!" Josh pursed his lips, but didn't respond. "We're going home, Josh! We're going to Arkham! Wouldn't it be great to see our old haunts again?"

Josh began to breath heavily. He looked around, lost for words. "I really enjoyed Boston..." He repeated meekly, but Press waved him off. 

"Yeah, but you need a break. Pack your bags, Joshy. We're leaving tonight."