Jack spat again. He didn't know what to think right now. He figured Lianth was right, that he could change, but part of him still told himself he couldn't. He was glad that for once when he talked about it things turned out better instead of worse. He opened his bag and pulled out a cigarette and his lighter. He lit his cigarette and took a drag on it. He then put his lighter in his pocket. He kept his hand over his cigarette so rain wouldn't fall on it. Leela flew over to him and landed on his shoulder.<br/>"Why do you smoke those?" She asked.<br/>"They make me feel good." Jack answered.<br/>"They smell aweful." Leela said.<br/>"They taste good." Jack responded. He took another drag on his cigarette, and Leela just rolled her eyes and sat there on his shoulder.