I'm listening to the new Killers CD when Goodnight, Travel Well comes on. Dark. Eerie. Sad. The room gets cold. The light on my desk flickers. He's here. He loved The Killers. I sit there, knowing he's listening too. I close my eyes, remembering, wanting it to be different, hating the world cause it's not. When the last note fades, the room warms up, and the light brightens. He's gone. Goodnight, Lucca. Travel Well.