To those who will read this, thanks for taking a chance on something different. Most of us have dark places we visit from time to time and this lives in one of those. Sometimes the sunshine only brings more clarity to what the problem is. So here is another one shot to go with the other Sunshines, but this one will not use the same opening graph. It just wouldn't work.

Sid stepped outside and into the sun. He blinked back a tear the bright light had caused, and headed straight over to one of the planters that adorned the entry of the office building he worked in. He sat down on the edge of the concrete structure and took a deep breath. It was not exactly fresh, but at least it was not the recycled stuff he had been breathing. He removed his glasses and leaned forward as he tried to stretch out his back and relax the knot in his neck. "What an utterly stupid choice for a vocation," he thought to himself. "I can learn to write code for web pages, every one will want pretty web pages. Bloody page designers are never happy, too far to the right, too far to the left, too big, too small, too blue, not bloody blue enough. And then after spending day and half making the designer happy the buggers in the QA department tell me it doesn't work on this browser or that browser or some machine they found in a rubbish bin somewhere. Another day and half writing special instructions for browser that follow none of the accepted rules and then the whole mess has a life expectancy of 5 days before the designer comes back and wants to make it prettier."

"I HATE COMPUTERS!" The words came out with more volume and venom then he intended. Sid counted to 10 slowly, hoping every one had looked away before he sat up. He looked around and found no one sitting any where near him. Not that surprising, putting your head between your knees and screaming at the ground tended to give you all the free space you could want.

Movement caught his eye and he looked over towards the stare well leading down to the Tube station. A train or two must have just arrived as a large number of people climbed the stares and exited on to the sidewalks. "Will any of them care what color was on that web page? Will any of them even look at it? Will..."

The young girl that emerged stopped his inner tirade. The shoulder length blonde curls, the white cotton dress and bounce in her step, if it had been 10 years ago or she was 10 years older, it would be her. Sid put his glasses back on and took another look, confirming it was not.

He removed his glasses and tried to recapture the fantasy. He had tried to find her, but it had been an impossible task. A wasted trip to America, there was no way to know where to even look. By then he had already missed every chance he had been given. "I put Tony first, I put Michelle first, and couldn't understand when she asked for me to put her first. She gave me more chances then I deserved. And I was too dense to see that she wanted me. I deserve to never see her again."

The young blonde walked past Sid and rounded the corner without ever noticing him. He took a final look in the direction she had gone and whispered "Goodbye Cassie."

Sid stood, put his glasses back on and said to any one who might still be listening to the crazy person, "Back to hell."

The young boy had sat still for longer then she could have hoped for. "Cassie, what are we doing here?"

"I am looking for a friend of mine."

"Did you find them?"

"Yes."

"Where?" He jumped to his feet with excitement, and started looking in every direction at once.

"He is across that street sitting near the flowers."

"Are you going to go say hi?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Cassie looked down into her brother's face. "We are not the same people we once were. He has a life over there and I have one here with you. Saying hi would only mess them both up."

"I don't understand."

"If you are very lucky you never will. Come on I promised you ice cream."