Jack wondered if it was possible to get over the Iron Fence, or even dig under it to freedom. He, Jimmy, and Maggie needed to the hell out of New York. All three had come here with big dreams. Maggie had wanted to be an actress, Jimmy had wanted to play jazz music, and Jack had wanted to play baseball for the Yankees. Only Jimmy's dream was sort of coming true. Although once the infection hit the city, the people listening to Jimmy was getting smaller and smaller. Some of their regular customers had got infected and died. Others decided that if they would eventually die, they had better things to do then spend their last days in a speakeasy.<br/><br/>Frankie Castuluccio was one of their regular customers. Jack and Jimmy nodded their heads in acknowledgement of Frankie's greeting. Jack sighed, Frankie was right. Business was slow. Gone were the awesome days when he and his brother had first opened this place. Tons of people, lots of money...Oh, those were good times.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately."<br/><br/>He replied grimly. Money wasn't worth much in city and he couldn't charge as much as he did before the Iron Fence had went up.<br/><br/>"Since it is you, Frankie boy, I'll charge you fifteen cents a glass tonight."<br/><br/>He used to be able to charge more, a lot more. But people didn't have that much money now and money didn't do much good in an infected city. Plus, Frankie was a regular, one of his best customers. Willing to risk take the risks to come here and Jack offered him a good price in return for the patronage.<br/><br/>"You want your usual?"<br/><br/>Jack asked as he reached under the bar to get a glass. Jimmy left them to get his saxophone. It was time for Maggie to take a break and for him to perform.