Three hours later Mac arrived at work and was slightly confused when he saw Jane's car in the parking lot. He called her name when he entered the building and made his way to the sound booth. There, taped to the door, was a letter.
Mac,
You told me once that it broke your heart to see me tied to a city. You said a heart like mine needed to be free. You warned me that you were praying for the day that I found someone worthy of my music that would be unwilling to perform it unless I was backstage. I don't know how many times you muttered under your breath that I should be on the road, either working with one group or only doing high profile special gigs.
Well, I'm gone. I left with Daren's band this morning. I'm going to do sound for him. He's also going to look at my music and we're going to work together on making it ours.
I'm home, Mac, in more than one way. Daren's an old schoolmate of mine; we used to hate each other; we were raised to hate each other. Our world was torn apart and rebuilt, and I guess so were we. Thanks Mac, for everything you've done for me over the years, but I need to ask you one last favour. If you'd take care of my business for me, let everyone know I'm gone, close up the apartment, do something with my car, I'll be eternally grateful. Well, I am already, but I'm not sure what else I can say.
I love you Mac,
Jane West
Artist Unknown
Ginevra Weasley
Mac finished reading the note and smiled. Not only was the closest thing he had to a daughter finally doing something worthy of her life, but he had a new car...