Note: Okay, this is a short chapter but I realized it's been forever since I updated this story and wanted to get a lil something up. It's not going to be a lot more. I want to try and wrap this story up by chapter 50, but we'll see. Hope you like!

"Roger? You okay?" Mark asked as he stepped into the musician's room.

Roger was sitting on the bed, his back to the door. He was staring at something in his hands. As Mark slowly approached, he saw what it was. A picture. A snapshot Mark hadn't seen before of Roger as a kid with his dad. Mark put a hand on his shoulder, unsure of what to say.

"She said he's looking out for me," Roger said.

"Your dad?"

Roger nodded, not moving his eyes from the picture. "All I keep thinking is how…how disappointed he'd be…"

"Roger, your dad wouldn't be disappointed in you. You're getting your life together, you're talented, you're smart…"

"Do you know what his dream was?"

"What?"

"See me become a doctor or a lawyer. Something big. Look at me now," he said, turning to face Mark.

Mark sat on the bed beside him and hugged him. "Roger, your dad would be proud of you for straightening up. He'd have kicked your ass for being an addict but then he would've kissed you and hugged you and told you how much he loved you and how proud he is that you're getting clean."

Roger's head fell to Mark's shoulder and he began to shake as he cried, the picture still in his hand.

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"Maureen? You have a visitor," the orderly said.

Maureen looked up and smiled when she saw Joanne. "Hi!"

"Hey…I know that technically you're not supposed to have visitors but I'm visiting Marie later so I thought I'd come early and see if maybe you wanted to go for a walk or something."

"That'd be nice," Maureen said, picking up her coat.

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Benny sat at the bar, wondering what to do. Okay so the girl from the loft building was Mimi. Now what? Follow her? Go backstage? Benny shook his head and ordered another drink. I'm married. I can't—anything…

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Mimi, redressed in street clothes, beaming at him.

"Thought that was you."

Benny blushed. "Yeah, yeah, it's me."

"Benny, right?"

He nodded. "Is, uh, is Mimi your real name or a stage name?"

"Real enough," she said.

She hopped up onto the stool beside him and ordered a drink. "So what brings you here?"

Shit…she'd…she told him to come, didn't she? Benny took another gulp of his drink. "Just, uh, thought I'd stop by and see what your name is, since you didn't want to tell me in the stairwell."

"Oh I wanted to tell you."

"Why didn't you?"

She shrugged. "Wasn't sure how badly you wanted to know."

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Mark pulled away from Roger when his tears had stopped. "Better?"

Roger gave a hesitant nod.

"You look exhausted. How about a nap?"

Roger nodded again and lay back on his bed. Mark gave a small smile, amazed at how like the little boy in the picture Roger looked at that moment. He pulled the blanket up over Roger's body.

"Cold?"

Roger shook his head. "Thanks."

"I'll be in the living room."

Roger nodded and Mark slipped from the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. For the first time, Mark didn't feel the need to lock the door. Roger wasn't going anywhere.