The smell of tobacco fills the main room of the Bebop, Spike dozing off on the couch. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips. He had a bad habit of smoking all the time.

"Julia...?" His groggy voice echos in your head as he stirs. He'll call out for his dead lover, and you'll comfort him. No matter if it hurts you.

What a painful tango, to know one is a replacement yet still dance. It makes your lungs ache with the buds of unrequited love.