I stroll outside the pavement of Bee's studio, she is experimenting with photography and she is surprisingly good at it.
I light a cigarette and blow it out into the cold evening, thoughts of Micheal have been bugging me of late, it feels like a pull to him, Its time I kept my promise to him and go see how he is faring.
I get to Bayville on the third day. I've been here before 30yrs ago, before Micheal settled down and I had to go In search of a purpose. Everywhere is different, there are newer buildings and more people. I take a cab to the where Michael and Lisa used to live, hopefully they were still there.
