Sesha' s dimples dipped in her cheeks as she saw the vehicle pull into her driveway. She wasn't smiling, she was nervous; and still crying. "I'll be back, daddy. I pinky swear." It was killing her father, but he had to let go.

"Are you okay?" Bill asked Sesha as she stepped into the car.

"Yeah," she replied and sat on an open chair, her voice was quiet and he refused to believe her, "where are they guys?""Tom is at some club and Gustav and Georg are checking into the hotel."

"Oh," she began to fidget with her hands, "so it's just us?"

"Not really," he snapped his fingers, kneeling to the ground.

Sesha smiled softly when a large, black lab came running carelessly to Bill, "ah. Du bist ein stark Hund, ja? So schön!"

She began to chuckle to herself.

"Das ist mein Hund. Er heißt Scotti."

"Oh, ja?"

"Ja. Ich liebe ihn."

The long sleeves of Sesha's shirt had gotten wet from her tears and they had black stains at the wrists from wiped away eyeliner, but something about Bill and that dog wouldn't let her not smile, "come and pet him."

Sesha crawled on her knees to the mound of black fur on the floor and began to stroke it softly. "I remembered you said you liked dogs on to forum after you got done picking on me. So I told mom when she came here to bring Scotty. I figured he'd make you smile."

Bill grinned as Scotti licked Sesha's face, causing her to giggle like a three-year-old. She closed her eyes and crinkled her nose, enjoying the dog's company but trying not to get spit in her mouth, "he's very friendly." She continued to scratch the dog's ears, obviously he was enjoying her company as well. She kissed Scotti's nose softly and he returned the favor by running his tongue from her chin to her forehead.

"Do you like him?"

"I do," Sesha replied, "my grandpa used to pick up stray animals all the time and my favorite was a- over friendly black lab named Rufus."

"Really?" Bill jumped as his hand gently collided with Sesha's over Scotti's collar, "sorry."

"It's cool," she laid her head down on Scotti's back.

"Do you want to talk about what's going on? He's a really good listener."

"Oh, is he?"

"He is."

"Okay, Scotti," Sesha began, feeling the emotions welling up inside her again, "so my grandpa's got cancer and it's untreatable. So basically, he's dying. I've been trying to see him for three years or so, but no one's telling me where he is. I really don't understand why they're hiding it from me, and I don't think it's fair. Do you?"

Bill watched as Sesha lost herself in the conversation she was having with the oversized dog.

"He really is a good listener," Sesha rose and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I am, too. -If you want to talk," Bill stepped closer to her. She caught her breath.

"No, I-uhm-I think Scotti pretty much covered it," she shoved her hands into her front pockets.

"I'm here if you need me," he continued to inch nearer to her, wanting so badly to touch her face or simply kiss her forehead.

"Thanks," she looked up at his eyes."

There was an awkward silence between the two before Sesha spoke, "it's getting late. I should probably go to sleep."

"Okay," he replied, anxious to watch her while she slept.

"Where do you want me?"

"You can sleep on my bunk," he said.

"Alright," he heard her sniffle as she turned around. She wasn't tired, she was crying.

"Sesha, do me a favor," he asked, waiting for her to look at him, "let me hold you."