"Mommy do you think Lance can come out to play today?" a ten year old boy with shaggy brown hair asked.

"No, Tommy I don't think so." His mother replied with a sigh. She didn't want him to know what was going on, not yet. He was her innocent child. But one look at the boys devastated face and she caved. "But maybe we could go visit him for a little bit."

The blue-eyed Thomas Quincy rushed out to the car and jumped into the passengers seat. He buckled his seat belt and waited patiently, well as patiently as you could expect a ten year to wait, for his mother to gather her things and come out to the car.


Finally they were on their way to Lances house. Tommy stared out the window at the passing streets.

"Mommy, wasn't that the road to Lance's?"


Past the road to your house

That you never called home

"Sir."

"Yes, darling, but Lance isn't staying at home right now."

"Sir."

"Where is he staying?"

Where they turned out your lights
Though they say you'll never know

"Excuse me sir, may I help you?"

A/N: ok another really short one. ha. Its only revealing its self to me a little at a time. and I felt that this was how this chappie should end. I know its kinda a devil place to leave it. oh well Hope you enjoy. again read and review. Thanks much!

disclaimer: the IS disclaimer goes w/o being said. I'm just ganna say all the rest of the songs are not mine unless I say otherwise.