Inside my house, I sat in a worn out chair in the big living room. Charon leaned against the wall, as I drew out a musical staff. I wanted to make beautiful music again. I missed it, and I missed the comfort and peace it brought me. I blew smoke at the paper as I drew the G clef. I swirled the pencil around, and landed on the staff line. I smiled to myself, happy and proud.

"Miss Dez, what are you doing?"

"It's just 'Dez', Charon. And I'm drawing a music staff."

"May I see?"

I shrugged.

"Sure."

He came over and sat beside me. He took the pencil from my hand, and began writing notes on the paper.

"Hey!"

He ignored me and kept doing it. Line after line, note after note. He'd stop and draw more staffs and G clefs, going fast like he was pacing himself.

"Charon what are you doing?"

He slid the paper over to me, and took the cigarette from my hand. He put it in his mouth and inhaled. The same mouth he used to give me CPR. I blushed, and looked at the table.

"Piano, right?"

He asked and I nodded. Looking at the notes, I played them in my head.

"Charon, this is beautiful…"

"I hope when we are able to obtain a keyboard you will play it for me?"

"Of course…does it have words?"

He took the paper back and began to scribble. His handwriting was shaky and unsteady. It was rough and edgy, like his voice. In fact, it was perfect for his voice. I smiled as I heard his voice with his writing. I used to live alone before I knew you, I focused on one line as he wrote, placing the words correctly above the notes. It was true. I lived alone before Charon. I swallowed hard, and watched him as he finished up the song. He slid it back over to me, and I read it over.

"Charon, what's this song mean?"

He looked at the smoke that trailed in the air. She broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the hallelujah.

"It's using religious events, characters, and beliefs as an elaborate metaphor for different love situations where emotions are peaking."

I looked back at the paper, nodding. It was so deep and beautiful. I could almost hear the notes in my head as I scanned the sheet. But all I've ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. I smirked, I could place that perfectly to Butch. This song was simply beautiful, putting it mildly. If it's one thing I've always had a deep admiration for, it's for songs that speak volumes. I looked over at Charon, and I touched his knee. He jerked away, not expecting my hand on him.

"You'll help me find a piano?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"If you can play, I would like to hear it."

I nodded. That suited me just fine. Standing up I yawned and stretched.

"I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight."

"Night, Charon."

I walked up the stairs, ignoring Wadsworth. I had half a mind to scrap him. He was obnoxious and got in the way. Plus, he was loud. I don't like 'loud' when I'm trying to relax.

Laying on my bed in my still trashed room, I stared at the ceiling again. I'm not really that tired, honestly, but I don't know how to act or what to say near Charon. I could hear him come up the stairs, his big footsteps not being that subtle. He stopped outside my bedroom door, and I held my breath. Did he have something to ask me? I heard him knock on my door, and I sat up.

"Yeah?"

He opened it, not looking in, but enough so I could hear him.

"Have good dreams, will you kid?"

I smiled at him.

"Yeah, you too, alright?"

"Yes."

He closed my bedroom door, but he didn't leave right away. There was something he wasn't telling me, I just knew it. I could order him to tell me, but…that would be wrong. I heard him knock again at my door, and I smirked.

"Mhm?"

I called to him.

"Excuse me but…"

"But…?"

"Never mind. Sorry for disturbing you again, Dez. Goodnight."

"Bye, Charon."

He closed my door again and walked over to his room. I heard it slam, and the familiar clank of his armor hitting the floor. I sighed, and laid down. Sleep…sleep wouldn't come too easy tonight.