The techs were tuning the final details of the concert. Blur was about to go on. And you... you were there. Against all odds, after so many years without even setting foot in a stadium or venue, your house.

"A miracle!" Graham blurted out as soon as he saw you appear, with that smile part ironic, part delighted he always saved just for you. He had his glasses on, his guitar slung around his neck, and a look that screamed, "I missed you."

Damon, from the side of the stage, raised his eyebrows as if he'd just seen a divine apparition. "No way... is that the hermit?" he said, walking toward you with that deliberate slowness he used whenever he wanted to look cool.