<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Hugh_jackman1_300_400.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Name: Jack</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Jack sat in the drivers seat of the van looking at the house. He had actually had very little to do with its purchase, in fact he had little to do with most of the choices that had been made and looking at the home, he couldn't understand why it was so cheap to purchase.  Perhaps it was a mistake and the previous owner simply was happy to sell the property in a economy that made selling a home, especially a home the size of the one he was looking at nearly impossible.<br/><br/>Helen and David had gotten out first, Jessica might have exited, but Jack was lost looking at the house that in truth he didn't want. A part of him sided with what must have been going through David's mind. He never understood most of what David did, or the reasons that he was the way he was, but the look on the boys face, pretty much said exactly how Jack was feeling. Helen had done the leg work and it was a lovely home, but Jack had to admit, he didn't like it. It was too big for one, the yard was going to require work that they didn't have to worry about in their previous home.<br/><br/>"I am actually tempted to call the movers and tell them to turn around.." He said to himself as he still hadn't moved to open the door. He loved Helen, always had an inspite of the thougts he knew she had, had never cheated on her. Yes, he looked at Rachel, his assistant a little to much; yes, he thought about a former sitter that the kids had once in a while, but showing up to watch them in a bikini top and cut offs will have that effect on a man.<br/><br/>Still he sat in the van. "I don't want to argue with you Honey, but didn't they have anything--I don't know--smaller? You sure this is the right house? It's rather ominous, and not in a good vibe sort of way."