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Damn. Here come the rain clouds ~~as I ride my motorcycle~~.

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It's not what you know, it's who you know.

Well, seein' as I'm new here to the great city of New York, it ain't very many people I know.

You know someone that can blow rainclouds away.

Do I?

But who is it that I know?

Is this mysterious person someone we both know?

It's just the two of us.

*grins* I see...and how would we go about makin' the clouds go away, Mister...?

Henshaw.

Watch and learn, sweetheart.

He zooms away, high into the sky and out of sight. The clouds move as if they have a mind of their own, settling somewhere over the horizon.

Hank lands behind her, loudly.

Jess watched in amazement as her new aquaintence literally took off into the air and seemingly moved the clouds far away into the horizon. When he landed behind her she whirled to look at him, her face a mixture of amazement and awe.

"How in the hell did you just do that?" she whispered.

Hank glances at her motorcycle, which starts of it's own accord. The kickstand comes up and it balances by itself. "It's not what you know..."

Jess is stunned, looking from Henshaw to her bike and back. She manages a grin, shaking her head in disbelief as she softly finishes the words he had spoken only moments ago. "It's who you know."

"Now, who is it that I know?" He strokes his chin, patting the seat of the motorcycle.

"My name's Jess." she answered, cocking a brow in a fairly amused manner as she eyed the seat of her bike. "Plan on goin' for a ride, Mr. Henshaw?"

Hank chomped his teeth. "I'm just waiting for you to take advantage of this beautiful day."

"Really now?" she wondered. "Where didja wanna go?" she asked, taking a hesitant step closer.

"My dear I think this is where we part ways." He looked to the sky.

"Oh." Jess answered, her face falling slightly. "Well, will I ever see you again then?" she asked quietly, intrigued by this mysterious man.

He drifted backwards and up, but seemed to be smiling despite his rigid, metal features. "Maybe if the rain clouds come back."

Jess gave a small, shy smile. "Well then I hope it rains again soon, Mr. Henshaw." With that, she climbed on her bike and drove away, her long hair blowing in the breeze.

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