While Nick was gone, Melany had a few strange moments. Words floated in her head, but not just any words. The same words over and over. She didn’t know what they meant, if anything. But, just like the melodies that hit her from nowhere and draws her to her beloved instrument, she knew the only way to figure it out was to write them down. Nick once suggested she may be good at poetry. Maybe if she kept writing, they’d end up making sense.