Buck walked up into the loft. He saw an old guitar. He smiled, he played. He looked around and grabbed it. He sat on the couch, it was surprisingly in tune. He smiled and started to strum, what should he play? Then it hit him, a love song. He smiled as he started to strum the gentle tune, he started to sing to himself.

“…I got your message, It's crystal clear now. Don't have the answers, so I'm feeling pretty down…”