Timothy McGee set his things down and immediately sat at his typewriter in hope of solace. He started to type and remembered the recent night Tony had visited him, and how badly he wanted him to go. But tonight he'd give anything to open his door and see him standing there. As he continued his typing he realized something was missing. Something Tony would've enjoyed. He got up for a moment, turned on his record player and sat back down. After a few minutes he removed a page and read its contents along with the music…
Where do you go when your luck runs out?
Where do you go?
Where do you go when you're down?
Where do you go when you feel like crying?
Where do you go?
Where do you go when you're down?
It wasn't long before his tears seeped through the page and blurred the ink. It wasn't long before the sound of the shredder joined the sounds of jazz and weeping. And it wasn't long before all of those sounds serenaded together with the falling rain…