Thunder shook the sky and lightening flashed a bright white. Mike looked up from his black bass guitar. He rose and opened the door. He looked in astonishment at the person outside his front door. He invited her in. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Dakota took her jacket off, took a towel from his outstretched hands and dried her hair. Dakota replied, "I need someplace to stay. Please Mike." Mike nodded his head and pointed to the couch. "You know there is always room for you Dakota," he replied. She thanked him and hugged him. He hugged her back. "Is it still here?" she asked looking at his bass guitar. He nodded his head and Dakota walked into the back-room. She picked up a case on the floor and dragged a big, black box. She held Demitrius in her hands and slipped the strap around her shoulders and plugged him in. She brought her hand down along the strings making a perfect c chord. Mike picked up Clive and slipped his strap around his shoulders. He played a chord and the two faced faced other, turning the sound up on their amps. They jammed for a few minutes before Dakota opened her eyes.

"It has been so long since I played you," she said to her guitar. Mike grinned and called up Dave. "Dave is coming over tomorrow to jam. We can get the band back together if you want." "Us? Back together? It’s a miracle. I can’t wait. But now, I’m quite tired, can I go to sleep?" Mike pointed at the couch. "Just like old times," he said. She nodded her head and fell asleep on the couch.