If Kaydence was a lucky man Jean would have vanished to continue on his thanksgiving dates and assumed that what he'd saw was something that would happen down the road in the future, he would be nowhere near Romeo or the woman who had killed his mother, hell, he would have picked up the phone. If he was a lucky man Chess would have listened to him and stayed with Maria, he would have smiled and laughed and had the thanksgiving he wanted not be heading toward the one place that could surely get him killed or worse. If Kaydence was a lucky man none of this would have been happening, he would have been living a peaceful, normal human life completely unaware of the existence of witches, angels and demons. His car didn't slow once, not until he rounded the corner of the familiar boston street and killed the headlights slowly right down, glock in hand as he climbed out of the car not bothering to lock it, his cell phone left abandoned on the front seat. Stacey... He spoke the name inside his mind, praying that she heard it, he didn't know how to pray but Caim had heard his call and he assumed Stacey would also because he wanted her too desperately. Please...I need you to find Chess, I need you to stop him from doing whatever stupid thing he's about to do. Take him back to the farm with you, let him meet your new sisters...give him the thanksgiving he deserves... Even as he words were sent out to the quarter angel Kaydence approached the shadowed, lanky figure of Jean-Auguste from behind, magic was thick in the night air, both black and white, one half welcoming home while the other made his head throb in the roaring wind Romeo created, he couldn't see the young witch yet but he was close, he wasn't far from them. "You need to leave, Jean." he whispered as his free hand grabbed the Angel's arm. "Please, you need to be with Chess. You can't be here. I've got this..."