Jake slouched into the empty break room. He had had another long night and now he was starting to feel it. Sighing, he sat in an empty chair and closed his eyes, imagining that his sister Grace were there playing for him. He hummed her favorite melody in his head, imagined her fingers on the little gold keys. Already he was starting to feel just a bit better. She's going to have to record a CD or something, he thought. I could use it right now.