Disclaimer: I don't own in motion – iRent! Sorry, just something cute I saw on livejournal.

"Christmas bells are ringing! Christmas bells are ringing! Christmas bells are RINGING! Somewhere else! Not here!" Aah, nothing says Christmas more than listening to the vocally-inclined homeless of New York City singing their versions of Christmas carols. Christmas in New York is a wonderful time – if you're:

a. in love

b. rich

c. a kid

Unfortunately for Roger and Mark, neither of them was any of those. Mark had discovered Maureen's lover, Joanne, a few weeks ago – apparently she was gay and just forgot to let him know – and Roger…well, Roger was doing better, but he could definitely use some cheering up. Rich was something they could laugh at, while their teeth weren't chattering, of course. Christmas Eve, and Benny had cut the power. Again. Really, he's the nicest yuppie scum EVER. And for being a kid? Well, duh, they were far from it.

"I'm gonna go look for Collins, wherever the hell he is," Mark was telling Roger as I settled in to watch them for awhile. "Wanna come? We might even go out to eat afterwards," he added hopefully.

"No," Roger replied, staring at his guitar and plucking some strings absentmindedly. "Zoom in on my empty wallet."

"Touché," Mark tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice, but I caught it. "Take your AZT."

Roger mumbled something as Mark shut the door. He opened the bottles of pills and popped some into his mouth along with water. He walked over to the window just in time to see Mark walk out of the loft. He went to his room and got out a notebook. It was a plain, blue spiral notebook. On the inside held all of Roger's songs, lyrics even I didn't get to always read. Roger took his guitar in hand, and started to pluck a few strings again, only this time making music. I knew it from somewhere; I just didn't know where. He kept on playing until he started screwing up. Then he threw his guitar onto the table angrily and opened the notebook.

One song
Glory
One song
Before I go
Glory
One song to leave behind
Find one song
One last refrain
Glory
From the pretty boy from Maine
Who wasted opportunities
One song
He had the world at his feet
Glory
In the eyes of a young girl
A young girl
Find glory
Beyond the cheap colored lights
One song
Before the sun sets
Glory -- on another empty life
Time flies -- time dies
Glory -- One blaze of glory
One blaze of glory -- glory
Find
Glory
In a song that rings true
Truth like a blazing fire
An eternal flame
Find
One song
A song about love
Glory
From the soul of a young man
A young man
Find
The one song
Before the virus takes hold
Glory
Like a sunset
One song
To redeem this empty life
Time flies
And then - no need to endure anymore
Time dies

A tear fell from my eye as I watched Roger. Then I saw something out of the corner of my other eye. It was Mimi, walking up the steps of the building with a single, lit candle. I looked first at Roger again, and then at Mimi, and blew the candle out.