Author's note: Hold on a bit longer. I promise, it is nearly there!

Roger spent three weeks in the hospital, recovering. His story was all over the news, which was extremely embarrassing to him. All the big name shows were clamoring for an interview. The hospital, however, refused to let reporters in, as much for Roger's sake as for Mark's. The two friends had been placed in the same room, in hopes of speeding Mark's recovery. And it was working very well.

Finally, after getting out of the hospital, Roger agreed to grant an interview. The lucky show? Buzzline. Alexi bounced into the Loft, where Roger was perched gingerly on the edge of the couch. Mimi sat next to him, to offer comfort and support, and Mark had made himself scarce by getting Collins to go to the park to film with him.

Alexi smiled warmly. "So, Roger, let me tell you, your story? So touching. How does it make you feel? Being a victim, and of your own mother?"

"I hate that word," Roger replied. "Victim. It makes me sound helpless, and I'm not helpless."

"Of course you're not. SO, tell me, how did it make you feel?"

"Well, to be honest, I haven't really thought about it."

"I see. And your mother's death? How do you feel about that?"

Roger paled. "What are you talking about?"
Alexi frowned. "You don't know?"

Mimi wrapped an arm around Roger. "I think we're done here, Ms. Darling. He needs his rest, and I think you're upsetting him."

"Of course." Alexi smiled. "We'll run the segment tomorrow afternoon."

After she left, Roger faced Mimi. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, you needed to recover, and frankly, we didn't think you'd care."

Roger stood. "She may have been a complete bitch, but she was still my mother."

Mimi frowned. "We thought you didn't care. If we'd known it had mattered to you…"

"Mimi, she was my mother. I may not have liked her, but she was my mother and I cared about her." HE looked out the window. "When's the funeral?"
"Well…" Mimi took his head. "You missed it. But I can take you to her grave."

"No, I'll take myself later. I have…other things to do."

Mimi nodded. "Oh, Jolene called. She moved you to two weeks from tomorrow. You can still perform."

Roger nodded. "I need to write a song. And I have just the idea."