”I take it you liked our new chocolate collection, Jacky,” said an older looking woman, dressed in 20s-fashioned clothes. The woman he was looking at was the great-grandmother of the younger lady he was talking to just moments ago.
From the older woman’s perspective, she wasn’t aware that the boy in front of her was once a 24-year-old named Caleb, she always knew him as Jacky, Jack McKinney, the local newsboy who she loved almost like one of her own children ”They're great, thanks for everything, Mrs Day!” said Caleb-now-Jack ”don't mention it, dear. You're welcome to have more at any time”
Jack’s new memories reminded him that he had to sell his new batch of newspapers today in the towns square, and after just half an hour, Jack sold off all of the papers he had which his other news-selling friends found impressive.
After selling all the newspapers, he rode his bike and went back to his home. Jack comes from a poor family, but for him, it didn’t matter. His mother always told him to be grateful for what he had. “Ma’ I’m home!” announced Jack. He looked at his reflection, a 10-year-old boy who bore no resemblance to the former Caleb Richards. Jack’s hair was cut to a regular-cut, he had no body-hair whatsoever and his clothes looked like something a newsboy from 1925 would wear; a newsboy’s cap, a white button-up shirt, equally black flannel suit jacket & flannel trousers.