Andrew enjoyed his week in Las Vegas. He went to see the Cirque du Soleil show, but he couldn’t make it all the way through. He got around halfway through and immediately retreated to the safety of his room. The memories of her was just too great. But getting away from it all for a week was very therapeutic for him.  Friday he discovered he’d actually turned quite the tidy profit at the blackjack table, and he decided to use his newfound windfall to extend his vacation for a few days.  He pulled out his tablet and began looking over for rooms in New York City. He had always wanted to see it and this might be the best chance he would ever have.   He booked a room at the Chelsea Hotel for a few days, and decided he would reroute his plane from Las Vegas to LaGuardia airport, and spend four days in New York City before heading back to London.<br/><br/>Andrew thought London was busy, but New York was a constant motion, and he did all the usual touristy things. He went to the Statue of Liberty, walked up and down Times Square,  he even tried to get tickets to the Broadway show Jersey boys, but it’s sold out for months. On his second day there he had nothing really important planned, so he decided to take this day to just walk around New York, and see what kind of excitement he could get himself into. For some reason he felt drawn to a used bookstore on 42nd St. , entitled Back Issues.  He didn’t know why he feel drawn there, but it was if some deep seated desire was telling him to go there. “Why not?“ He thought to himself “what could happen to me at a used bookstore?“