Charlie sat alone, looking out at the Pier and the memories. He knew this was something that people forget, the people, the moments. From Jack Mezzo, Joe Adonis, William Bowden, Isabella Byrne, Gavin, and Tara Byrne and many others. All those men, all those people, they had a role to play in this beautiful empire. The men, the women, the power they once held and he had been the one to work under them. It had been a moment, a shift in time and he could almost see himself standing there with them once again, shaking his head, he knew that it was his mere delusions.

"Is this the end? Those people, their ideas, their families and all that they left behind. What is left if people don't want to see it anymore? Those who have carried the legacy! Those who fought for it with every dying breath, we all had something here. They might not show it now but their ideas live on and with those that remember them. I will always remember, I will never forget what they did and what they had represented for all of us."

He could almost hear the words of Adonis coming back to him once more, the people changed as did the way people ruled this type of regime. It would never remain the same and with that, Charlie knew he would have to change with it and he knew that it would never be the same again. He learned, he changed and he fought for those that wanted to keep up what they wanted, the freedom to express their style in such a manner, maybe it was for the best. Maybe it kept them from clocking out and shooting themselves in the head, such a thing did happen in this life.

'Cat-Man, it happens, that's the way and you can't force that type of change. Look at you already! You've got a nickname, out here you're known and maybe in a bad way but you changed it! You reversed it, you changed that negative into a positive! Use it, be what they want you to be but be it in your own way.'

"Damn you, Cookie addict, always were a bit of a fucking bastard weren't you? Always saying those statements to keep from jumping on that soapbox of my own they say nowadays but it was never worth it for me in the first place, I'll continue to work these streets. It's my life, it's my business, what I do out here, it gives me another purpose. Maybe one that they don't see it but it gives me something. It gives all of us something! We all wanted to make something of ourselves, and we did it. We continue to do it, no matter how much shit we might get."

Charlie chuckled bitterly, he was talking to himself and he guessed that AvardT was correct on that matter now. Maybe he was a bit crazy about this but he was having fun doing it, placing a smoke in between his lips, he set it alight and took a puff, exhaling without another word.