Two hours away, a black cat jumped up on the stool next to the young woman who was singing. When her bass player noticed the cat he stopped playing and the woman knelt down to the cats level.

"They're coming."

The woman looked up at her friends. "It's time. Let's get packed." Everyone walked to different parts of the house and began to pack. In her room, the woman looked at the figurine she had kept for the past five years.

"What are you thinking Liz?"

She looked towards her doorway, surprised to hear her old name. "Maybe I should leave it Charles. Maybe they will let me go."

"Them or him?" he asked walking over to her. "Liz, you know that he will never let you go. Besides, you promised Serena that you would let her see it. We are going to see her after all."

"I know Alex, I know." She said following his lead and reverting back to their old names.

"Charles, Ann; we're ready."

She looked towards her doorway once more to where her drummer stood. "Alright Stephan. Tell Susanna and Mitchell we'll be right out.

"Let's go." She said picking up the figurine. It glowed softly while she placed it in her duffle bag.