Lost in his own thoughts he did not know he had just missed Gab Gab, but almost by instinct he could feel her presence in the air. Walking to his jeep he had forgot to unpack one thing, his guitar, pulling it out he began the journey back to his building. A bench caught his eye as he walked back, not having anything to entertain him besides his own guitar. He popped it open and took a seat, the guitar was noting special in brand but he had owned it since he was twelve. His father insisted he learned to play, said it would help him pickup girls when he was older, the old man was right but it was also his only emotional release besides turning into a wolf and crying to the moon.<br/><br/><em>Well since my baby left me...I found a new place to dwell....</em><br/>His hands moved over the guitar, strumming the soft notes, his words were a whisper and barely audible to anyone unless they were within a 3 foot radius. His song continued, playing a few more songs of the King, and some blues by Johnny Cash. Once in a while a student would stop and listen to a song but just as quickly disappear.