Yoko

He wasn't quite sure where he'd intended to wind up, but when he saw the studio, he went in anyways. The snow was coming down harder than when he'd left Billie's, and he couldn't stop shivering.

Their equipment hadn't been cleared out yet. Tre picked up the guitar, strummed a few chords absently, then put it down again. He grabbed Mike's bass, picked out a few lines of 'I Can't Get No Satisfacation', then sighed.

He sat down at his drums, smiling as he twirled his drumstick. It whistled as it cut through the air, the sound loud in the dark silence of the studio.

Then he bashed a cymbal and silence became a thing of the past.

He wasn't quite sure what he was playing, only that it was loud and complicated, and vaguely familiar. He felt sweat dribbling down his skin, felt it making his hands slippery. But he didn't care. He needed to get lost, and right now, music was the only escape he had.

He got so invovled in his drums that he didn't hear the gentle thump of the closing door, or see Jorah settle herself against the far wall.

Didn't see the little smile that played gently about her lips as she watched him.