Jay walked across the pool area, and into his guest houses' second door, walking through the kitchen and taking his shirt off, throwing it down the laundry shute. He crossed the oversized lounge room, into the study, and opened one of the cupboards, grabbing out a carry bag and heading back to his dressing room. He unzipped it, throwing it on the table, then packed a few changes of clothes.<br/><br/>Jay ran his finger over the word "Jessie" that was tattooed on his chest, over his heart, remembering his daughter with a smile. He had often thought about getting Mel's name there too, but there was so many reasons against it. He grabbed a black singlet, and pulled it on, smoothing it down and then grabbing a new white shirt, with tribal patterns on it, and throwing it on. He walked over to the large cabinet on the far wall, and typed in his pin. He twisted the lock a few times, then pulled it open. It wasn't meant to keep his father or anyone out, only intruders. He grabbed a pistol, and then locked the case again.<br/><br/>He'd always thought that he'd rather have the gun and let Mel be pissed at him than travel without it and risk not being able to protect her. He grabbed the bag, and walked back through the house, into his bedroom, tucking the gun, safety on, into the front of his jeans. He looked up at Mel, and frowned. "Hey, whats up?" he asked, then figured she'd need a bit of extra cash.