"What do you like to do when you're alone?" "I like to sing," I say with a pause looking around the room, "I like to write the songs I sing." "Do you only sing the songs you write?" she asks while tapping her pen on her notepad when my eyes land on her. "Yes, I -" I begin to say but I'm cut off, "Why?" I think about this one worded question, why , for a moment to give her a complete answer. "I only sing the songs I compose because," I pause, "I feel like when I finish writing a song all of the thoughts that I have, spill out into it, and I wouldn't feel so clouded." I say looking towards her but south of her eyes, I continue, "When I sing I feel like my thoughts are only explained because I pour my feelings out into the words. Every single one of them." She only nods her head with a small smile because this is the first time I'm opening up, and its like she doesn't want to scare me back into my shy bubble. "What do you like to do when you're alone?" "I like to sing," I say with a pause looking around the room, "I like to write the songs I sing." "Do you only sing the songs you write?" she asks while tapping her pen on her notepad when my eyes land on her. "Yes, I -" I begin to say but I'm cut off, "Why?" I think about this one worded question, why , for a moment to give her a complete answer. "I only sing the songs I compose because," I pause, "I feel like when I finish writing a song all of the thoughts that I have, spill out into it, and I wouldn't feel so clouded." I say looking towards her but south of her eyes, I continue, "When I sing I feel like my thoughts are only explained because I pour my feelings out into the words. Every single one of them." She only nods her head with a small smile because this is the first time I'm opening up, and its like she doesn't want to scare me back into my shy bubble.

Vera Cayce's life is slowly, but vigorously building back up around her and it's almost impossible to believe that it all can come tumbling down one late night. In fact, it all did when Vera saved race-car driver, Roy Griffin from dying of a sudden cardiac arrest. Only later, does she realize that maybe Roy didn't want to be saved that night. And when the two continue to bump egos almost everywhere - Vera comes to the decision that it's just too late and she's already too attached. > lengthy synopsis inside