She was sitting the kitchen…the tap of water droplets from the sink echoes the hallway…She was waiting for someone or something. So I finally asked her “Mom? Who are we waiting for?” That’s the last time I saw her … I was ten … so what about you Grayson ? How you get to Seattle ?

I woke up again in the middle of the night. It was that nightmare again. I couldn't remember it but every time I wake up at midnight I get the feeling it is because of the same dream. And all I can see in my room with the lights out is that painting... That place...

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.