March 2054
After receiving instruction Jeff returned to Matterhorn Ski Resort booking into his room at reception he asked for his bag to be taken directly to his room. Jeff walked over to the hotel bar and ordered Glenmorangie a malt whiskey he first tried at the resort, as he sipped the malt he felt he was being watched, he couldn't pin point who or where they were, "Excuse me sir" the man behind the bar said, setting down another drink, " A Lady left this for you" he said placing a napkin down which had neat hand writing on it. As Jeff read the note a smile spread across Jeff's face, "Thank you" he said to the bar tender and quickly finished his drink. Jeff went to his room and dressed in the appropriate clothing, he then headed to a local shop and purchased Extreme Sports Wear.

March 2054

As he was instructed he headed for the Ski Lifts and once again like so many years ago found him self looking over the edge of a sheer drop, he looked around at the mountain range. Jeff rubbed his hands together and thought 'I'm here where are you Lucy?' as he looked up at the peak of the Matterhorn he remembered how much Lucy loved Switzerland she always said the snow made you feel the sins of the world had been washed away. He closed his eyes as more snow fell and the cold wind hit his face, he never heard the footsteps of the hooded figure approach him from behind, Jeff stood with his back to the hooded figure he never saw them raise the silver revolver as the finger squeezed the trigger. In the distance the hooded figure could hear the distinct thunderbird engine, as the shot resonated through the mountain, Jeff's arms flayed out he stumbled forward and fell over the cliff, the figure dropped the revolver and moved away quickly, heading towards there ski's, they would be well away before the Thunderbird could do anything.