She turned the C.D. to number 7, and started singing aloud with it, unknowing to her that there was another student walking down the hall, towards the art room, one who had a lot on his mind as well, who’d also had the same idea.

Spend all your time waiting

For that second chance

For a break that would make it okay

Buffy sang along with Sarah. Her voice was so beautiful, that the man walking in the hallway stopped to listen, recognizing the song from its played-outness, whoever was singing it, had such a beautiful voice.

~There's always some reason

To feel not good enough

And it’s hard at the end of the day~

He stopped in the doorway, stunned by the sight before him.

~I need some distraction

Oh, beautiful release

Memory seeps through my veins

Let me be empty

And weightless and maybe

I’ll find some peace tonight~

There stood the girl, Buffy, the girl he couldn’t get out of his mind.

~In the arms of the angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You’re in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here~

*She sounds so sad.* She had haunted his dreams all through the night. What was it about her that drew him? She seemed so different. He watched as she picked up some brown paint.

~So tired of the straight line

And everywhere yo turn

There’s vultures and thieves at your back

And the storm keeps on twisting

You keep building the lie

That you make up for all that you lack~

Dabbing it onto the canvas, she started spreading it around, she put down her paintbrush down, and started using her hands, *Those are beautiful hands, what would they feel like on me?* He wondered.

~It don’t make no difference

escaping one last time

It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of the angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie~

She seemed to be making a shadow of a man.

~Your in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort there

Your in the arms of the angel

May you find

Some comfort here~

He watched as she stepped back from the painting, shaking her head, she didn’t seem to like it. Then all of a sudden she lifted her hand to the top of the painting, and waved it over that portion.