After Anna hears different stories of Logan's parents' deaths, it becomes a need to find out who he really is.

What was life? What was any of it?

My head span as she left the room. I wanted to call out to her, and call her back. Yet I knew it was hopeless. I stood by the drawer, stupidly holding a condom up to the light while completely naked.

I wiped the tears away, and scrambled into the car before Aunt Tracy could come out of the house. I was surprised that she could still hear anything. “Hey! Ida! Are you OK?”

Childhood memories of a treasured place

Your life is on a throne Of dust weathered-stone A whirlwind battered face With a mountain to climb Of the time Of the time Of the time Your voices a busted microphone

From nowhere he had such a strong urge to hold her, touch her, kiss her and tell her everything; so much so that he had to let her go and spring off the sofa for fear that he would do just that.

Liqueur and life Trouble and strife Blow my brains away… But quantum physics I better understand Like Janis Joplin, she lives with me