It was June 15, 2013 and Gerard woke up 15 minutes before his alarm went off. He sleepily rubbed his eyes and pressed his feet onto the chilled hardwood floor. His thoughts randomly flew back to his last show with the rest of the band, on May 19 of the previous year. He quickly shook his head clear of these thoughts and rose up out of bed.

Outside, the early morning sky was a brilliant blue. Gerard watch silently as the puffy white clouds migrated across the sky. After about 3 minutes, he opened the door to Bandit's room. He admired his daughter asleep on her bed, gently snoring. 'I'll let her sleep in today.' he thought. He walked away from Bandit's room, leaving the door open so she would know he was awake.

Gerard went down stairs and made his morning coffee, a fancy Starbucks blend. He leaned against the granite counter top and thought about his plans for the day, He hadn't known what came over him, but he was feeling like taking the day off from working on his 'Killjoys' comic and having a Daddy-Daughter day with Bandit. Lindsey was on tour with her band for the next month or so and had told Gerard before she left that he needed to spend lots of time with their daughter.

After Gerard finished his coffee, he went back into his room and walked into the closet. He stopped in his tracks and let his eyes graze over his Black Parade outfit. He walked towards it and gently brushed his fingers over the shiny brass buttons. He blinked back his tears and wiped his nose on his sleeve.

"It's okay, Daddy." Bandit's voice jerked Gerard from his thoughts. "It was good while it lasted right?" She always did whatever she could to cheer up her father.

Gerard bent over and picked up his daughter, "You're right," he said, "But sometimes, I miss Uncle Mikey...and Ray and Bob and Frankie,"

he sighed ", I miss Frankie the most."

"Daddy," Bandit started ",what's it called when you're not a band, but you get together and play music anyways?"

"You mean a Jam Session?"

"Yeah! You should invite everyone over for dinner, Bob too, and then have a Jam Session after dinner!"

Gerard Pondered the ideas for a minute and finally said, "I'll think about that."

He put Bandit down as the young girl said, "So, what's for breakfast?"

"How does french toast sound?" Gerard said to his daughter, a fake smile spreading over his face.

Having the guys over and jamming seemed like a brilliant idea. But, Frank was busy with DeathSpells, Bob went back to the woods with his dogs. And it just occurred to Gerard that Ray's last tweet said 'Goodbye', so for all anybody knew, he could could be dead. Mikey was busy spending time with his wife. Gerard wasn't in good shape, either. He couldn't take a breath of fresh air without feeling bad, thinking that he didn't deserve anything the world gave to him. He was depressed. He hadn't so much as gone outside after he broke up the band. Gerard was amazed that he could even muster the motivation to write the 'Killjoys' comic, and be decent at it.