Chris sat in his car, listening to the radio.  One of Lilly's favorite songs had just come on and it brought a rush of memories in a flooding wave to his brain.  He hated missing her.  He wish he could just move on, like all of his guy friends have been telling him.  But as much as he faked enjoying guys night out, drinking at the bar and dancing with women, at the end of the night he would go home, alone, depressed.  He reached into his briefcase and looked over the pictures of Lilly he had brought.  It was the end of the song and the commercial that followed that snapped him out of his daze.<br/><br/>He was here, should he go through with it?  What would be the out come?  Would they be able to track her down, and if so what would they reveal about her life now that he was no longer apart of it?  A Pridefull man, Chris hated the fact he was about to resport to sneaky, spying type tactics to uncover Lilly's whereabouts, but it ate him up more inside, not to know.  He put the pictures back in the briefcase, exited his car, and walked up the steps to the door of the Building.  Entering the Lobby, he scanned the plaque with tenates names and what floor they were on.  "3rd floor" .  Pressing the elevator up button, he waited nervously.