After he had said goodbye to Bling, Logan went into the living room where Max was sitting on the couch with Cassi. It was quite a picture. Cassi was curled up under a blanket with her head in Max's lap. Max was looking down at her, slowly stroking the girl's hair in a soothing motion. (Some killing machine she was...)

"Is she asleep?"

Max shook her head and whispered, "Not yet. Can't you hear her?"

"No. What do you hear?"

"She's humming." Max said.

Logan brought himself closer. "Now I hear her. Any idea what she is humming?"

"Not really but it sounds familiar. It's not her voice."

Logan looked at her. He would have to take her word for it. After all, her hearing was a bit better than his. He could make out the tune though. Max was right, it did sound familiar.

"I wonder whose voice it is."

"I think it's Miranda's." Max said thoughtfully. "It sounds very clear, like crystal, the same as when she was singing in front of the mirror."

"Could be." Logan said. "They said Miranda used to sing her to sleep. Maybe it's one of the songs she used."

"I just wish I knew what it was."

Logan nodded. He knew that he had heard it before. Actually, it was recently that he had heard it. "I know what it is."

Max looked at him.

"It's a pre-pulse song off of Cindy's CD. Miranda probably sand or hummed it to Cassi to sooth her."

"Why don't you play the song. Maybe it will help her sleep."

Logan put the CD in and searched through the songs. Finally, he found it. He put it on low and both he and Max watched Cassi. As the music began, she stopped humming but stayed on Max's lap. Max stayed still so she would not disturb her, and listed to the song. She was pretty sure that it was one that Miranda sang but she almost felt as if Cassi had been singing it to her.

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there

So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here