This is something a friend of mine requested.
Vito woke up with a start, panting. Another nightmare, he had. He sighs, sitting up. He walks over to his calender, and he pulled on of the sheets off. It said "June 1st, 1931." Vito looked at it again, rubbing his eyes, and then he looked out the window. Instead of paved roads and nice Cadillacs, he saw older cars...cars he saw when he was a child. He rubbed his eyes again and sighs a little, shaking his head. He walks over to the phone and called up his old pal, Joe. "Hey Joe, it's Vito."
Joe was barely awake when Vito called him. "Hey, Vito, you woke me up! What's goin' on?" He asks. "Look, I don't want you to freak out, but I want you to look out your window. And also look at the date on the calendar." So Joe does that, and he widens his eyes a little bit, blinking the sleep away. "What the fuck? You know what Vito, meet me at the racetrack and Lost Heaven." "Why there Joe?" "Just meet me there." He says and hangs up. Vito sighs, setting his phone back on the line. He walks over to his wardrobe and pulls out his black shirt, Brown jacket and bluejeans. He pulls the clothes on quickly, walking to his drawer and pulling out a pair of socks. He pulls them on and walks to the door, sliding his shoes on.
Later, At the Lost Heaven Racetrack....
Paulie was standing with Sam and Tommy, talking about a time When he was worried that a couple of guys what him pay for what they owed to the family, and he's laughing a little. Tommy looks at Sam, chuckling. "What were you holding?" Tommy asks, and Sam looks over, smirking. "My dick." Paulie and Tommy laugh, and Paulie chuckles. "That's right! The bastard walks out of there, and he just starts pissing all over the joint!" Tommy laughs harder and looks at Sam. "W-wait, they didn't call the cops?" Sam shakes his head. "Nah, you just gotta make them think your crazy." when the two turn around, they are Vito and Joe. Vito widens his eyes when he sees Tommy, looking to Joe. "Hey Joe? Isn't that the guy we wacked? Thomas Angelo?" He asks, and Joe nods slowly. Just as he does this, Don Salieri walks over. "Hey, who are you two?" Vito looks at the Don and clears his throat. "Vito. Vito scaletta sir. And this here's my friend, Joe Barbaro." Salieri nods, holding his hand out. Vito and Joe both shake it. " Well, I'm-" Vito cuts him off. "Don Salieri?" He asks, and the Don nods. "How did you know?" He asks and Vito quickly comes up with an excuse. "You were in one of the cigarette cards...." he says, biting his lip.
As he says this, Paulie, Sam and Tommy walk over. "Are these two giving you any trouble, Boss?" Paulie asks, glaring at the two newcomers. Joe looks at Paulie, and Paulie looks at Joe. Vito and Joe suddenly felt that they were dressed too casually. The three men in front of him were in suits and ties, and they looked spiffy. "Nah, they aren't. I promise." And then Frank walks over with- "HENRY!!" Vito and Joe both exclaim, smiling brightly. They look at their friend and he nods. "But....but didn't the Chinks-" the Don widens his eyes and frowns. "Hey hey hey! You can't say that! Not here!" Joe looks at him. "What? Chi-" "Yes! That!" Salieri says, bewildered. "The Chinese are our allies." He says quietly. Sam glares at Joe. He didn't like him, not one bit. Frank clears his throat, looking at Tommy. "Thomas, a word with you?" He asks, and Tommy nods, walking with Frank.
"You three go on and grab a seat." Henery says to The Don, Sam and Paulie. "I've gotta talk to these two." He says, pulling Vito and Joe away quickly. "What the fuck is going on here? One minute I'm dead, the next, I'm in Mr. Colleti's house, having tea with him." The two shrug, looking up when they hear " Hey fellas!" from afar. Vito rolled his eyes and groaned to himself. He knew that Woody Woodpecker voice anywhere. "Ah fuck, Marty's here too..." He mumbles, covering his face with one hand. Joe widens his eyes and smiles brightly when Marty ran over. "Hey kid!!" Joe exclaimed, pulling him close. Marty chuckles when Joe tussels his hair. "How are ya doin' kid?" Marty shrugs. "I have no idea. 1 minute I'm deado, and then next,I'm up and sitting at a bar!" he says, chuckling a little. "That must mean Clemente and Falcone are here too...somewhere. Ah shit...this is really not good." Vito says, sighing heavily. When he looks over at Don Salieri, Don Clemente and Don Falcone are sitting beside him. "Oh fucking hell...." Henery and Vito say, and they walk to the bleachers as the race was about to start.
