It had been a year. One whole year of recording, touring, promotional interviews and so on. He sighed. Finally, he could go home and have a long rest. He needed it.

After lounging around the house for nearly a week, watching TV and stuffing his face with junk, his body reminded him of a more active lifestyle. Grabbing some blades, he ignored Zac's insistant plea to come. He skated out and around the town, enjoying the familiar sights he hadn't seen in ages.

Speeding past a small convenience store, he stopped short, nearly running into a Coke machine.

For the faintest glimmer, on the other side of the large windows, amongst the displays of fruit and vegetables, he thought he had caught sight of red hair...

"Nah, my imagination." he said, skating off.