As she entered the parlor, she stopped and stared at the piano. The wood had turned brittle and a thick layering of dust covered it's once gleaming surface. The once shiny Ivory keys were warped and gray with age. Some were missing. How sad. How Marcus loved playing his music at this piano. As she moved closer, she noticed sheet music, aged and curled, on the stand above the keys. She picked up the brittle piece of paper and sobbed. "Lauren's Song" was scribbled along the top. She couldn't read music, but she would bet it was the same hauntingly beautiful music she had heard him play on her last night in the house. She clutched the paper to her chest and sobbed.