Jacob was glad to be away from the city, even if he was now apart from most of his family. It wan't like he'd been able to see most of them when he was there, anyway. Jersey was the only real family he saw on a regular basis. Sure, his babbo had visited on occasion, when he could and when it was safe to do so, but Jacob had constantly had to look over his shoulder and worry about whether or not people knew who he was. With all his scars and bandages, he knew it wasn't hard for anyone to identify him anymore. He'd always assumed the fire was lit to kill him but he questioned that now. If that'd been the case, why hadn't they finished the job? There were so many of them and he wasn't any good at fighting. He wasn't sure why anything happened but he hadn't told his babbo about any of it. He was sure the man was aware that Jacob had moved away from his Pa (actually, he knew Vito was aware of that given the letters they'd communicated with) but he hadn't wanted him to worry about all the pain and scars and burns. No, it was better for him to take responsibility for his own life and move before he was told he had to. So, that was how he and Jersey now found themselves in Snowbound. These thoughts all ran through his mind as he paced the border, his eyes scanning the snow and ice for any sign of greenery. He'd brought plenty of herbs with him but they wouldn't last forever.