A?N:BAck again... K the story has taken itself on a new path one I didn't see. I scrapped a whole chunk of chapters but trying to make up for it... Creative minds never stop I guess...

Turning to the actual sound, not the sound bouncing off the walls I slowly take in the surroundings. There is a large room around me, the blue walls meld with peaceful muted tones of charcoal and whites. Nothing harsh, everything flowing into the next edge. It is like nothing I have ever seen. It is like the place was created to take the edge and anxiety off of life. This is for sure a treatment center. It is all to well planned out, over thought.

My eyes land on a sliding door and I can see the rain hitting and rolling down the glass. I am transfixed by the pattern in the center. It runs in a scrolling pattern, the next drop causing a new twist. Then the song again frees me from my trance.

"come and rest your bones with me..." it is soft, out of tune and I don't know but it soothes.

I turn my head and see nothing I expected. The view from my vantage point it a large open room. The divider between myself and the off tune Maroon 5 is only a large kitchen island. On the other side of that island is the large frame of my boss, bouncing from surface to surface. Only he doesn't look anything like I have seen him as of recent. His hair is loose in a mess of mahogany curls, he is in a soft pale blue sweater and his face is relaxed and much younger looking.

I don't even for a moment let the thoughts of how and why slip in. I just watch. He is having his on moment moving around the kitchen, working with what ever he is making without a thought about what he is doing. It is like a ritual, he has done this a hundred times over, he sings a line and taps his tongs, does a turn. Pauses and taps the air and goes back in motion.

He is stuck in time.