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It was hours since snack time with Lilly, but it felt like days. He'd retreated to the loud anonymity of the Bar hoping to find silence in noise and a little bit of peace in some music. He'd asked the Bar for something appropriate, and she'd provided. Thankfully no one'd asked questions.

He didn't have answers.

Things were quiet when he'd returned. Indy was already fast asleep, or at least behind closed doors. Stampy snuffled drowsily as Mike passed her basket. He hears her stir when he shuts his bedroom door, but she quickly falls back to sleep.

His room is dark, but he knows his way around, and as such doesn't bump into anything on his way towards the dice bag he keeps in a small cigar box on the top of his dresser. Guitar still in hand, he sits on the edge of his bed and opens the bag. What lays inside is a far larger gamble than dice could ever provide. It's a crystal. One that was mysteriously left on his bed, by some unknown stranger.

Clasping it in one hand, he closes his eyes and sees her as he always sees her in his mind's eye. Only now, he can smell her and almost feel her. She's smiling, but not the large smile anyone saw. No, the small one she made when she didn't get one of his jokes, or when he took one picture too many. It didn't matter if she was clothed or not, or what they were doing in the memories...all that mattered was that smile. All that ever mattered was her smile.

With eyes now damp, he returns the crystal to the velvet bag, and picks up the guitar properly, strumming out the part of the song he'd just learned.

"Sing and dance I'll play for you tonight
And thrill at it all
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
But I'll work it out then I

Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
Turn, turn we almost become dizzy"