Sara Sidle walked into the room and found Greg Sanders lounging on the couch in a pair of blue jeans and a grey and red St. Louis Cardinals' t-shirt. He was staring at the TV that was showing the end of an old "King of the Hill" re-run. "How are you holding up?" she asked smiling. It was the first time she had seen him since he returned from his week-long conference in St. Louis, Missouri. She sighed seeing the white cord running from his ear to the coffee table. "How do you stand that?" she asked a little louder as "The Simpson's"'s theme song began playing on TV. "Huh?" he asked, pulling his ear-buds out. "What are you listening to?" she smiled. "New John Mayer stuff," he replied. "Nick make you get that?" she asked. "He downloaded it for me," he chuckled. She sat down on his legs. "Ow," he breathed. "Shut up. I don't weigh that much," she teased. He opened his mouth to argue and was promptly smacked on the arm. He laughed as she laid down on his chest. "I missed you," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I missed you, too," she mumbled, her eyes already closed. Soon both were asleep. When they awoke another episode of "King of the Hill" had begun and Dale was ranting about a 'pigeon god' or something like that. "What are you doing just getting in?" he questioned her. "I haven't been in since yesterday morning," she sighed, "I took tonight off." "I don't have to go in tonight either," he smiled. She laughed, standing up, "I'm hungry, I think I'll warm up some leftovers." "While I'd love to join you, I really need a shower," he said sniffing his shirt and making a face. "Nice," she replied sarcastically as he headed to the bathroom.

Moments later Greg returned wearing maroon plaid pajama pants and a red t-shirt that in white letters read "Sigmund Freud: There Egos Again!" with a picture of a bouncing face of Freud. He turned off the TV and began messing with the radio. Sara entered the room and picked up a book lying on the table. "Nice to see you've been reading," she teased. "Oh, it's really good!" he exclaimed, rushing over and snatching the book from her. "Hikaru no Go?" she asked. "Yeah, it's a manga, it's really good!" he said grinning as he leafed through the graphic novel from back to front in true manga form. Greg rushed back over to the radio and pressed a few buttons before stepping back and grinning as the twangey sound of John Mayer's guitar began playing. "Wanna dance?" he asked. "You're joking right?" she laughed. In response he took her hands and began to lead her in dancing. As John sang…

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won't all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good

They danced on, rather awfully though it might be, it was enjoyable. As the suspended cymbal's crescendo ended and John began to sing the chorus again Greg leaned down and kissed her. "I really did miss you," he smiled. "What is that, our song or something?" she laughed. "Naw, lemme see," he walked over to the radio and began pressing buttons again. A solemn organ began playing, then a jazzy drum beat and John strumming his guitar.

Too many shadows in my room

Too many hours in this midnight

Too many corners in my mind

So much to do to set my heart right

It's taking so long

I could be wrong, I could be ready

But if I take my heart's advice

I should assume it's still unsteady

I am in repair

"Really, you think this is our song?" she questioned. "No, John does; Nick, too," he said, handing her the CD case, "Nick gave me the CD, but he gave you a note." Sidle-The gig's up. Good luck sorting that mess out. –Nicky. She laughed. "I love you, Sar," he smiled. "I love you, too, Greggo," she laughed. He hit a button on the CD player's remote control and John began to sing Jimi's words.

Anger, he smiles, towering in shiny, metallic purple armor

Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him

Her fiery, green gown sneers at the grassy ground

Blue the life-giving waters taken for granted

They quietly understand

The once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready

But wonder why the fight is on

But they're all bold as love

Yeah, they're all bold as love

They're all bold as love

Just ask the axis